So I’ve decided to finally change the blog name from “Race to a Marathon” to “One Crazy Penguin”. Since I’m no longer aiming for a marathon anytime soon (I’m waiting till 2011 for my next one), it only seemed right to change the name. Till next year I’ll be sticking to half marathons or less. As of right now I’ve got a half in St. Louis on April 11th and a half in Chicago on August 1st. I’ll try to throw some other distances in between there as well. Possibly a Muddy Buddy race with my brother?
You may be asking yourself where the name One Crazy Penguin came from. Good question! The name One Crazy Penguin come from writer and runner John Bingham….or at least the term penguin does. I’m stealing this from his website, but here you are….
You might be a penguin if…
- you have to politely (for the third time) tell the men in the police car moving behind you that No you do not wish a ride.
- you wear your jog bra on top of your singlet. This is especially true if you are male.
- during a race, you keep turning around to see if there is still anybody behind you.
- the rest of the pack is out of sight before you’ve run 100 yards.
- you meet both the hare AND the tortoise running back towards you doing their cool-down after a race.
- the only reason you don’t drop out of a race is that you’re embarrassed that the police in the car behind you (closing the course) will see you.
- as you’re rounding the corner onto Main Street and the finish line, you overhear the announcer on a microphone to the crowd of 500 saying “we are ASSURED the young lady IS coming in!” (Oh well, at least I was young).
- you recognize all the regular runners on your favorite route from behind.
- you get passed on the uphill by a runner pushing a double baby jog stroller.
- you shoot a 24-shot roll of film during a marathon.
- you make arrangements for a late checkout at the hotel.
- you are more worried about the porta-potty lines than the start line.
- your support crew talks about meeting you for supper, not lunch.
- you have to memorize the route because you know that you will lose the back of the pack.
- the truck picking up the cones is pressing on your behind. (Don’t laugh—this actually happened to me!)
- as you pass a course volunteer they ask you, “How many are behind you yet?” and you say “Behind me? Behind? Gosh … I think two … Unless they turned around!”
- the awards ceremony is over before you cross the finish line.
So I may not be as exaggeratedly slow as the list makes penguins seem, but I’m no speed demon. I’m only a Kenyan in my dreams…I run because I enjoy it and it helps clear my mind. It also helps me feel slightly less guilty about eating that chocolate chip cookie ;p