Run Fat Boy Run - The Movie.....Not Me

I finally had the opportunity to watch Run Fat Boy Run last night.......let me just say that it is hilarious movie, albeit somewhat unrealistic. First off, going from couch potato smoker chunky man to elite Marathon runner in 3 weeks? If you'll buy that, I've for some ocean front property in Arizona to sell you. Secondly, have you ever seen elite runners run so slow that chunky butts can catch up and pass them in the first mile or two? Maybe if you are Rosie Ruiz (who oh so infamously cheated by taking busses and trains to thw finish to win the Boston Marathon) or riding a cab alongside them. Finally, who puts a staircase for runners to climb within the last .2 miles? No, that's not a liability or anything.

I know, I know.....it's just a movie. Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I am going back to criticizing Alladin because that magic carpet really can't fly.

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Back on the track update

OK - let me first just say that it is nearly impossible to find things to write about in a blog about training for your first marathon without actually doing any training. Thus, no reason for posting. How many times can I talk about sitting on my ass and eating?

You see, in December I sprained an ankle - which I already documented here. Well, being the wizened fool that I am, I continued to run and to play tennis on it rather than letting it heal through the holidays. What happens next? You guessed it - J.W. fall down and go boom. Partially torn Achilles. See the image above? No it's not mine, but it looks strikingly similar to the ultrasound taken of me. Doctor's choice - stay off it for 6-8 weeks or let it completely rupture, have surgery, and tough it out through rehab for a year. Stay off it? Let me think.....ummmm......okay.

Let's just say that for once, it has not been fun sitting on my ass. I pretty much have not been able to do any sort of exercise for the past six weeks. So what magically happened during that time? I finally found something that I could do without my foot hurting, so I bought an exercise bike. Magically, however, it seems that my foot has healed. Leave it karma to determine that I have to spend $500 on a machine that takes up half of my living room for my foot to start working properly again. Thanks Murphy's Law!

So, I am back in the saddle again as they say. A lot of catch up to do - which means more updates for all 2 of my readers!

And how was your day?

On my way to Miami

I know that you haven't heard from me in a while, but there is a reason for that. I'm actually sitting on a plane ready to head to Miami for the ING Miami Marathon this weekend - ready to be inspired this time.

It was here one year ago, that I seriously started thinking about this cocamamey idea, when I saw all of the old, fat, hairy, bald men (and some women too!) crossing the finish line after 6 hours. I am sure many stopped at the deli along the way, but they finished. That's my goal - just don't get scraped off the pavement with a spatula at the end.

In any case, no, I have not given up on this hairbrained idea......more to come on my situation when I get back from South Beach.

I'll be at the bar if you need me!


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