For some it may mean endless airings of docu-dramas or worse, that inane not-for-kids-but-they-watch-it-anyway cartoon about a yellow sponge and his motley assortment of idiot friends.
For others it may refer to that great tradition of running for many, many miles for no apparent reason (but the sudden onset of insanity.)
For me, a marathon retains its literal meaning (read previous post for details here) but is quickly taking on the the meaning of my life at the present moment.
I'm writing this post in a rather nicely appointed hospital room in the pediatric ward watching my son suffer from and fight pneumonia. It is the beginning of November and the poor child has already had 2 week long illnesses since the third week of September. And now this, which interestingly enough is the exact same weekend he was hospitalized for pneumonia 4 years ago.
Last weekend I ran the Marine Corps Marathon in the middle of the Fatrunner's Life Is A B* Marathon (sorry, no t-shirts-this is a no-frills race)
- First, I fractured my ankle in June.
- Then, I couldn't run for 8 weeks.
- Then, I started marathon training late in the game.
- I was still in pain.
- I ran and I didn't.
- Then Irene came and the power went.
- Then school started (I'm a teacher-so this means THREE WEEKS AHEAD of the first day)
- Relative staying with me was hit by a car
- Then school started (I'm also a grad-student)
- Then school started (the students showed up)
- Then school started (The kid's in 3rd grade)
- Illness #1 visited the schoolboy
- Mom in ER
- I still had to train, work, write, mother
- Illness #2 visited aforementioned schoolboy
- Ibid #12
- Car #1 wouldn't stop on the road--> brake failure
- Car #2 broke down on highway a week later
- Ibid #16
- How to get to DC for Marine Corps Marathon?
- Rented a car-->bankrupt
- October Blizzard of '11 hits
- Treacherous driving to DC-many, many accidents.
- Returning rental: oh no, stuck in a ditch.
- Pneumonia strikes
Such is life.