November 13, 2001

Ok, so the plane crash was probably an accident. That’s good.

And today we went to the park. Yay! And we went the whole 30 minutes, barely a problem. The only thing was, I felt like we were going faster than normal, but it still took us 24:16 to go once around the park, 1.77 miles. That makes our pace still like 13:40 or something obscene. Ooooh – I know. Maybe my stopwatch is slow. Suuuuure. Maybe the park is really 2.77 miles around. Wouldn’t that be nice? Yeeeeeah, I don’t think so. I just can’t understand that. That’s even slower than normal. I mean, at some points, we did go really slowly, but at others, we sped up for a little while. Hmmm. I know I go on and on to Kristina that speed isn’t important, and I really am not all that concerned about it, but at this rate, it’ll take me 6 hours, almost exactly to finish the marathon. Woah, wait. That’s not too bad, is it? (I was thinking it would be over 8 hours or something, so 6 seems like breeze, comparably.) And the book I’m using for training stresses that I shouldn’t be concerned about time, not at all, but then I read that the London Marathon course closes in 5 hours. How is that? I know that 40,000 people don’t finish in 5 hours. Hmmmm. Well, anyway, maybe I’ll just get faster naturally. I shouldn’t think about it. I’m not going to think about it. Not yet.