Running does NOT do a body good

I'm training for a marathon.

I never thought those words would ever come out of my mouth.... EVER. In fact, I remember telling a boyfriend in college that "Running is the stupidest thing in the world. I mean, why get all sweaty and pant-y when you can walk anywhere you want to go and still look and feel good." (heh, I said panty)

But I decided to join a running group last Fall because getting and staying in shape is a huge challenge for me and it seemed if I were committed to a group with my current boy that will-power would soon follow.

It worked... I went to all the trainings, but a lot of times because I knew I'd get a world of shit from my boyfriend. In the end, I ran a 1/2 marathon, felt really good about the accomplishment, and lost some weight. That was all good.

The marathon thing - whole other story. Yeah there's that whole sense of accomplishment, and I've lost a little weight, but this shit is hard.

Running long distances sucks for your body.

I'm not from Kenya, and I'm pretty sure my Czech, English and French ancestors never ran for anything accept to catch the croissant truck (but they probably had to run for the lives on one or two occasions - no offense to any Czech, English or French who might read this... oh who am I kidding.).

My body just ain't into anything over 16 miles.

The knees give out, I feel bloated, I'm in pain for days, I suffer from anxiety leading up to the run, I can't drink as much, I have to wake up ass early on the days of the run so I can eat 2 hours ahead of time to avoid peuking, I chafe.

There's some dude out there who is running 50 marathons in 50 days. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? I mean, being in shape is good and all, but can you even imagine having dinner with him? What would you talk about? Everything in moderation, dude.

If I make it across that finish line, it will only be because I will feel like I can eat and drink whatever the hell I want to for the week afterwards... and I'm gonna.