I'm guessing my obsessions don't need much promotion, but I'll do it anyway...<br><br>
In the name of my addiction to certain streaks, I have done some pretty stupid things, and trust me, I'm the first to laugh at myself for being so blindly but purposefully ignorant, and I'm the first to tell myself that I really shouldn't be doing what I'm doing.<br><br>
In the name of my At-Least-A-Mile-A-Day streak, which isn't as hard as you might think because it's more a promise to myself, made back when times weren't so rosy, when I wondered if I would ever walk normal again, let alone run, I have run through the Flu, logged a mile in OVER 2 and a half feet of snow, logged at least a mile upon touching down on a plane in Dublin, Ireland, and did it really quickly so that I could call the day done, did two runs surrounding midnight, ran when I was so sick with the runs that I litterally had to stuff a roll of toilet paper under my jacket and make sure my route was lined with hidden trees, run hungover, ran on the treadmill (something I never do), ran in an area I was told I shouldn't and got rocks thrown at me for doing so, got up at 2 am to run because it would be the only time I could fit it in, and the list goes on and on for a very long way.<br><br>
In the name of my Marathon-A-Month obsession/streak, I have wung my own marathon because I couldn't find a marathon close by in the chosen month or didn't have the finances to travel to one, run courses twice or added extra miles to complete marathon distance, like in Texes at the Texxas Twenty, where I ran the 20 mile race, but instead of crossing the finish line, I ran all the way to the tape, stopped short, waved to the crowd, and then went back to the water station at mile 16.9 (3.1 miles) and back, and then I crossed the finish line; I have drank enough beers during Boston last year to have a serious buzz by the time me and LRR finished; I have run hungover; I have run sick; I have run a week after the Flu; I have run the first leg of a relay race (twice), but instead of handing the baton off and being done, I handed off and kept going for 27.1 miles; I have done two as part of an Ironman event; and the list probably goes on. And it will, because in March I will run the Stag Run Marathon, a race LRR is helping me throw as my last marathon as a free man, and then I will run both London and Boston in April, and I think one will be a beer bash marathon.<br><br>
Fun times, folks... very fun times.