12 Reasons to Join the 12athon

You'll have possibly noticed that neither of us has posted in a while. Maybe it's because we're busy. Maybe it's because we're lazy. Maybe it's because we're putting up such awesome numbers running that we think blog posting is behind us. Maybe it's because we've got a whole post already written but it involves doing some photo-editing which may be beyond us. (And bing! We have our winner!)

Anyway, tomorrow is another 12th, which means another 12athon. I'll be running mine at the Metrodome and not particularly attempting any extra challenges. (I've got a head cold at the moment so the challenge is Not Dying, or maybe Running With a Box of Tissues.) But before that, one of my fellow 12athoners posted a great entry with 12 reasons to become a 12athoner, and for the 0 of you who read this who didn't already see it, enjoy!

12 Reasons to Join the Virtual 12athon Challenge, by Ash.

New Year's Resolutions

Crap.

I normally only make one resolution: DRINK MOAR BEER. I'm definitely re-upping that resolution, but by registering for the Madison Marathon today (Dec. 31st), I've effectively joined the League of People Who Resolve to Run a Marathon This Next Year.

Blast. I should have registered yesterday, like Runs With Butter.

Anyway. Yes. We're both officially signed up! Yay!

Motivation and Invalid Arguments

So after I ran a 10-mile race in October, I informed my husband (let's call him Mr. Angle) that because I ran a 10-mile race, his arguments were all invalid for the rest of the week. (Alas, I stopped calling him on them after a couple days.)

You know, like, "Hey, I think we should watch, you know, anything else, instead of this episode of TNG* that we've seen twenty times."

"No. I ran a 10-mile race yesterday. Your argument is invalid."

To be fair, after the race, I was pretty well convinced that I could do anything. It wasn't necessarily the 'runner's high' so much as the 'hey, in four weeks I went from running 5.5 miles for my longest distance to running 10 miles, more than once, without dying! I am awesome!' Pointing that out probably would have made him agree with just about anything I wanted.

That night, though, half-asleep and apparently not thinking real hard about what he was saying, Mr. Angle said, "One of these days you're going to run an ultramarathon or something and then my arguments will always be invalid."

...

Is it wrong to want to run an ultra so I can pre-emptively win all arguments ever?

I'm not sure if he knows that ultramarathons come in many different lengths and difficulty levels or not, but I'm not going to tell him because then he'll hold me to running, oh, Badwater or something, instead of doing a nice, relatively-sane 50K. I mean, whoops, he knows now, because I sent him the address to the blog a few days ago, but nonetheless. Ultramarathon. Pre-emptive winning. Yessssssssss.

Someday. After I run a half. And then a full.

... someday.

(Dear Mr. Angle, if you read this, I love you; I'm still holding you to the ultra promise; and no, I am never, ever going to run Badwater. Even if it would mean I would win all arguments for the next two or three lifetimes.)

*Star Trek: The Next Generation. You know, like the picture at the top. We're all Trekkies here. Fair warning.