The best thing about running a marathon is that for six whole months, give or take, you can talk incessantly about how you’re going to do the unthinkable by running a marathon.
That means that you have license to talk to your friends, family, coworkers, and randos as much as you want about your training regimen, nagging aches and pains, short shorts, what shoes you’re weaning, how you’re fueling, your Strava stats, epsom salt-fueled baths, your nagging aches and pains, massage rollers, running on weed, how many miles you did for your long run on Sunday, and your nagging aches and pains. It’s great, and no one is exhausted by your bullshit.
Oh, and did I mention you can also delight everyone by reminding them how you’re not drinking because you’re training for a marathon? Clearly, Blue Moon got the memo that I’m training for a marathon.
