Walking down a cold, windy, paper-cup lined 1st avenue right now, spotting some straggling marathon runners and feeling SUPER nostalgic.
For 10 minutes ago when I was warm on my couch.
Thank Christ my marathon days are over.
Me: “I’m running a marathon in Philadelphia this weekend!”
Kid: “Wow, really? I saw some of the New York marathon from my window, it was awesome!”
Me: “Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, huh? 26.2 miles!”
Kid: “Yeah. That’s what I thought! But my mom says that as long as you do the training right, really anyone can run a marathon.”
Me: “Your mom is a smart lady!”
She can go fuck herself, though.
