There is one kind of bumper sticker I see almost daily here in my small Midwestern town: a small oval printed with “26.2” or “13.1.” In case you’re lucky enough not to know what these numbers represent, let me explain: They indicate that the driver or someone in the car has run a marathon (26.2 miles) or a half-marathon (13.1 miles).
There is only one reason running aficionados display the stickers. They want the rest of us to know about their long-distance feats. So let me be the first to offer my hearty congratulations. I’d even offer to give them a pat on the back—once they’re done doing it themselves.
What’s with this infatuation with running and the near-mandatory ritual of preening about it?
- Chad Stafko for the Wall Street Journal
Guilty as charged, Stafko.
I just got unreasonably angry after reading this article.
Instead of ripping a part a sport and a person who dedicates them self to a form of health, fitness and way of life… one who is not necessarily bragging, but is excited and proud of their running accomplishments… because well, long distance running is hard. How about he focuses and points fingers to those who never get off the couch. The unhealthy and over weight Americans. I’m not saying you have to run, in order to avoid being the latter, but why hate on those Americans that are trying to live a healthy lifestyle and are proud of it?
And what about all those merchandise wearing people that eat, sleep and breath sports that they don’t even participate in? I am in no way above those people, as I am also one of them… But why point fingers at athletes who wear and train for their sport proudly, when there are many, many more people out there who religiously live for sports that they don’t even play?
When Stafko goes out and gives 26.2 or even 13.1 a good try, I’ll then take his opinion a bit lighter. And on that note, I’m going to go out for a run in my small Midwestern town (in obvious hopes that people see me and think I’m awesome)
With Christmas being my last post, I’m aware that I’ve been the-worst attempted blogger lately.
Life in my little world has been nothing short of crazy, busy, chaotic, stressful, amazing, (but sometimes lazy) and all around good. I’m working at dream job, which has had an insane learning curve. And although I’m loving every minute of it, it hasn’t given me much time for…well, much.
I promise to come back to you soon. Until then (if you are o so inclined) give me a follow on instagram. It’s the briefer, more frequently updated, inner look into my life.
Since I’ve been such an awful blogger lately, let me jump on today’s bandwagon and re-introduce myself…
Height: 5’4” 5’7” with my good heels on
Eye color: I think they are getting more Hazel the older I get
Birthday: December 3 — 3 weeks and I’m officially closer to 30 than 20 and I kind of like it.
Favorite color: Cerulean Blue
Best subject in school: Art and American History
Mac or PC: Mac. Though I’m still bitter my parents didn’t let me have one of those bright colored Mac desktops as a kid.
Current shirt color: Plum with a whole lotta ruffiles.
Gamer: Unexpectedly yes. Grew up in the 90s with older brothers. My idea of a fun date… NES and Super Ninetendo marathon with a bottle(s) of wine and a handsome boy. Power Pad, Duck Hunt, Mario Kart… but this might also be why I’m single.
Day or night: Night. But it is my mission in my adult life to turn myself into a morning person. I think when I start making tiny humans, this will help.
Celebrity crush: Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy, Billy Baldwin. I think I have a thing for older men…. But I also like to look at Ryan Reynolds, obvi.
Coffee: Morning, noon and night.
Favorite band/musical genre: Everything and anything. LOVE getting music recommendations because of this.
Favorite food: Mac n Cheese. The fancy kind and the cheap kind. Give me some cheese covered noodles and I’m a happy gal.