I’m worried about injuries.<\/p>\n
That’s what you say when you’re trying to keep up with a sports conversation but have no idea what sport or what teams are being discussed or anything at all. It’s a safe comment, shows you’re engaged but you aren’t really. A radio DJ once waxed poetic about this conversational dodge and he or she or they if it was a morning zoo drive-time discussion were all so right.<\/p>\n
I’m worried about my injuries. I’ve got a nagging hamstring whatzit. It’s not an injury but it’s… annoyingly painful at times. And since I’ve got a marathon on Saturday I’m *trying* to rationalize not going for a run today. But last night I had a holiday “cheat” smorgasbord of cookies and treats that’d make Cookie Monster turn green (which he was during his Ed Sullivan years<\/a>).<\/p>\n So I do what I always seem to do when confronted with regrets and a downward spiral of depression over not going for a run — I researched big ticket race adventures… ones that require long haul flights.<\/p>\n I’ve made my balance due payment for the Mt. Kilimanjaro Marathon, which means the Road To Marathon Series ends with a trek toward Zanzibar in June 2018.<\/p>\n