Make me cry, Dammit

I actually have some people reading my blog. I guess, you don't really start a blog without the expectation that someone would read it. It isn't like a personal journal with a lock on it that you hide under your bed like a 15 year old girl. However, it still leads to some apprehension and "performance anxiety" knowing that to some extent, people read your blog for entertainment. I hope it won't be too boring. While it will chronicle my preparations for my marathons and Badwater, those are later in the year and for now, it will be more heavily weighted towards my life and as the summer rolls in, will become more running-centric.

Last night, I finished watching Running on the Sun. I guess it was ok, but I was hoping for more personal and human drama. I was hoping for more storytelling. The overcoming of odds. The sacrifices to get to Badwater. Not just the agony shots of the run and blister popping. I needed some reason to root for these people. While I may know what went into their preparations, most would not. Even for us lowly marathoners, how many of us have colleagues or friends that can't fathom the sacrifices one has to make to train for a marathon. If they saw what we do as our close friends and spouses do, they would have a different perspective. That is what I wanted to see. I wanted a reason to cry when they reached the finish line.

My wife and son left for Boston this morning. I have until Monday by myself in the big city. So many options that I am paralyzed into indecision.