How many of us have sat, Scott Jurker-like, at the finish line as the back-of-the-packers have come in, sometimes just moments before the cutoff? I mean, sure, the folks at the front suffered–running fast is totally hard!–but the ones at the back always seem to have a look of utter transcendence on their faces, written down their legs in mud, scratched into their arms, and carved into lines on their faces. I love these people. These people feel like my people. Last, yes, but not dead, but dead f**king last. Those who truly love Type 2 fun. Yeah, that’s me too.

No running week continues for me with a very relaxing reflexology and massage session today. He really worked my recently sprained shoulder and it now feels like a well-oiled hinge. It's great to give your body a treat after a solid year of stacking miles.

I signed up for a half marathon scheduled for early March.

Thoughts on getting weighted bracelets so I can do curls while I run and get ripped?

I was thinking of doing the r2d thing and strapping a 30 pound bag of beans on my back. The course is flat so it shouldn't really be a big deal.

Are you clipping in or nah?

Thank you. I can’t go tomorrow so thinking about doing a slowish 3 miles tonight. My legs feel good enough right now.