Let me get you back up to speed... and me back on track here.

So, it’s been a very long time since I’ve written.  Just shy of a month, but rest assured that I have indeed been training and that I’ve also been raising funds.  Thanks to all my lovely, generous, good looking friends who have donated so far.  To the rest of you good looking people, I hope you can find the time and the scrilla to donate to help ensure that research for therapies for rare diseases continues to be well funded.

Since we last spoke, I’ve extended my long run to 12 miles, ran through Manhattan and Central Park and even managed to squeak out a quick 10 miles on New Year’s Day despite the presence of both bourbon and rye in my house the previous night.  The run through Central Park was pretty fun despite not seeing any famous people (this is more to Stef’s chagrin than my own) and not winding up with a cool story about getting mugged.  All the same, it was a pretty sensational experience.  Running through Manhattan before the throngs descended upon the streets and seeing the city as close to quiet as it gets was interesting.  Halfway through Central Park, I came upon an outdoor hockey rink where there were a few youth hockey games going on.  I stopped to watch the kids play for a few minutes and reminisced about playing when I was young.  As

I was standing there watching the game, a father was walking his daughter to the car after her game and commented, “I don’t think you’ll realize this until you’re older, but it’s pretty cool that you just played hockey in Central Park.”  I totally agree, sir. 

This past weekend, since the huge snowfall that decided that it wasn’t going anywhere, I was forced to do my long run on the treadmill.  Ugh, the treadmill, is anything more boring?  12 miles with nothing to distract yourself from the fact that you’re running is not my idea of fun.  This is something I’ve noticed about myself, if I’m not paying attention and allow my mind to wander the run goes so much faster.  However, if I focus on the time or the distance or that my feet or sore and my legs are tired, it makes the run seem to drag.  Indeed, losing myself in the run is part of what I like so much about this new hobby of mine.  It’s also part of why I thought it might be a good idea to write a blog summarizing my thoughts.  

Oh, and also, for the first time in my life, I have actually worn through a pair of running shoes. 

Big day.