srsly. what is it about thomas the train that makes all children go crazy? i.don’t.get.it. he is actually kind of creepy, if you stop for one second to consider that he is a TRAIN with a FACE and TRIANGLES FOR EYEBROWS. i mean, eeeeek:
and yet, he is the king of books and toys in the children’s section of the local liberry where i spend my days toiling. here’s how it usually happens:
laura sits at miniature desk in the children’s room of the arlington public library. she is dressed in tweed suit, bun, glasses, other stereotypical liberrian regalia. she is doing very important liberrian things. meanwhile, a small child careens off the elevator. it is possible that he learned to run only five minutes ago because his legs are wobbly and he bounces off every wall and surface that comes close to being in his path. he runs (head-first) into the librarian’s desk. adult follows in hot pursuit.
laura: oh, hello! how are you today?
small child: unintelligible babbling noises
laura: oh, yes, i understand. mondays can be hard!
small child: more urgent babbling noises
laura: oh, i see. do you want to play with a toy?
small child: babble babble babble
laura: hmmmm, do you want to play with the dinosaurs? the village people? the trains?
small child [eyes lighting up]: THOMAS! TRAINS! THOMAS!
this is seriously how it happens. just about EVERY SINGLE TIME. and there is this one little boy, who, for the purposes of this blog, i will call hermès. he is my favorite! not only is hermès the most chubby cheeked two-year-old, but he has the most adorable mom, dad, and baby brother in the WORLD. so hermès and i have the thomas song and dance at least two times per week. and it goes basically how i just described. but the best part of the story occurs when i hand him the coveted bag of thomas the train figurines.
laura [brandishing trains]: here you go, hermès!
hermès’ dad: hermès, what do you say?
hermès: trains trains TRAINS!
hermès’ dad: no, hermès, what do you say to the librarian?
hermès [eyes shiny with thomas-induced joy]: HAPPY.
if you ask me, hearing my tiny friend express his true feelings was WAY BETTER than hearing a cursory thank you. i appreciate when people can just say what they mean. good for you, hermès! continue on this direct and wonderful path, young man! i could take a lesson from you. because, using this story as my crutch, what i am trying to say in the most long-winded way possible is that i need to just be honest here and tell you how i feel.
i know that i’ve been a bit lax with my bloggin in the past. for example, i may have neglected to finish the story of my 2010 boston marathon experience. and this was after i spent about five months writing many posts on this blog leading up to that large event. i know that this was lazy, shoddy behavior. and i wish i could go back and recreate that blog post that i should have written in 2010. it was going to be epic! but sadly, now i can’t remember just about anything that happened that day.
which brings me to my most current thought about the marathon experience: it’s one of those things (akin to childbirth and middle school) that is painful to the point that you actually disassociate from the entire thing in order to get through it. that sounds so melodramatic! but it’s true. all that i have left from my two marathon experiences at this point are little hazy snapshots of mostly joy and little bits of sorrow.
this theory was thrown into sharp relief recently when i was searching for a marathon to run this fall. i was weighing the pros and cons of the likely contenders, of which there were many. did i want a big race? a small race? a flat race? (actually, there was no question on this one at all. i absolutely DUTELY want and need a flat race. no hill escapades for this lady!) a race in canada? a race in an exotic locale? a race in rochester? there were so many choices! so i turned to a trusted running tool: marathonguide.com. this website touts itself as “everything marathoning: information, results, & more!” part of the “& more” is runners’ reviews of basically every marathon ever. like the yelp of marathons, one might say.
“certainly this useful resource will tell me all i need to know!” i happily thought to myself, “oh how i love information!”
as i perused different marathons, i thought that it might be fun to look up the marathons that i have run, just to see what the peeps were saying. so i typed “wineglass marathon” into the easy peasy marathon finder. and came up with THIS REVIEW from dj from ny:
[The 2011 Wineglass Marathon] was an utter and complete disaster that left me wondering if there was any leadership behind this race at all.
“wha-whaaaaaaaat?” i said aloud. “i loved that race!” here’s one of the main images that i remember from the day:
and then this, i remember this, too!
and finally, this!
so as you can see, my 2011 wineglass marathon recollection is basically akin to this:
so there was basically no way in the world that this marathon possibly could have been the cluster-eff that the reviewer dj from ny spoke about. but then, as i kept reading his review, i realized that his thoughts might have some merit:
Granted, the weather that day was about as bad as you can get. Nothing like standing in 40 degree pouring rain an hour before a marathon.
oh right! i remember now… WE RAN THAT MARATHON IN A MONSOON! A FORTY-DEGREE MONSOON THAT WAS SO DRENCHING THAT WE RAN IN GARBAGE BAGS WITH ARM AND HEAD HOLES FOR THE FIRST SEVERAL MILES. shizz, i completely forgot about that!
the kind reviewer went on to state that:
Somehow, they managed to change the starting line from the traditional parking lot at Phillips Lighting to a new site about a half-mile up the road, without telling anybody! So here are all these buses dropping off hordes of runners at the wrong place, with no one to tell them where to go. And here come these runners, minutes before the start, realizing that ‘oh my god’ they’re in the wrong place. For them, it was a frantic ‘warm up’ (to be generous), racing over to make the start. Unforgivable!
oh right! i forgot about that, too! me and my merry band of family and friends were some of the runners who were dropped off at the wrong place and had to run a half mile in order to make it to the start in time! and that was after our busdriver got lost for almost a half hour! and that was also around the time that we realized that there were only about four porta potties for about 1,000 runners, which caused me to run into the woods to try and go to the bathroom, only to be plagued with the most crippling case of stage fright ever. wow, i had buried all of those memories!
and, now that i think about it, all of these situations were direct causes of my most legitimately insane moments ever (about which i had also conveniently forgotten). my friend erin calls it the psychotic break. as the BP and erin and lovely thea and i were hoofing it over to the starting line, i decided to turn on my GPS watch. i was intent on running a 3 hour and 55 minute marathon and i was counting on my GPS watch to help me reach this goal. but when i turned it on, it gave a sickly beep and the following error message:
um. WHAT. THE. EFF. i had just charged my watch’s battery. there was no WAY in the WORLD that it could possibly be LOW! no way! except, of course, that it was.
and then i lost my mind. i think i started yelling. i definitely started crying. i lashed out at everyone who tried to help me, including my wonderful husband and sister-in-law and erin, all of whom offered me their own GPS watches off their own wrists!
“NO!” i screamed, “NO NO NO! that won’t WORK! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
i even freaked out thea’s friend andy who had come to wish us well at the start. it was, well, a psychotic break. i was still sobbing when i parted ways with my peeps to join my pace group at the start.
okay, so maybe this curmudgeonly marathon reviewer knew what he was talking about. he finished up his review by saying:
But at the end… they left everyone’s checked bags out in the rain, even though there was lots of room inside! And not only the rain, they basically dumped everyone’s bags into the mud. It was foul, and like a delivery guy tossing something fragile over your fence, thoroughly disrespectful. The race directors should make a public apology.
oh yes. i did dig my bag out of a mud pit! yet another repressed wineglass memory! it was, as our reviewer points out, totally disgusting. and all of my things were, in fact, covered in mud as a result.
BUT. GUESS WHAT. i still effing LOVED that race! LOVED IT! beat my goal by three minutes, ran most of the way with a wonderful pace group and equally wonderful lady named susan from my runnin club here in boston, and had an okay blood sugar experience. i saw family and friends who braved the rainy and windy elements at countless spots along the course. and at mile 20, my mom, dad, sister, and aunt P drove up beside me as i was running along a lonely stretch of highway, honking the horn and screaming accolades out the window. and since then, i have only run one race with my GPS watch. turns out that i do much better without one. who knew!
so, there you have it. a half-@$$ed, incredibly lengthy recap of the marathon that most of you never knew i ran. lintzy on the loose continues to deliver!