Holy selective deafness on toast, Batman.

Look, lady. If you've pressed "0" once and rolled out to me, and I tell you I'm going to transfer you to someone else's voicemail and that you should leave a message for him, what in holy hell makes you think you should press "0" again?? And when you do, why are you surprised that I answer the fucking phone again? Especially on the third fucking time we've done this little dance?

I'd love to give you better customer service, I really would. However, I'm working within certain constraints, and you're really not helping me here. Just leave the man a message. He'll call you back. I swear. In fact, I swear a lot. Goddamnfuckingidiotwillyoupleasefuckinglistengotohellllllllllllllllllll

Marathon obsessing begins... now.

So, I'm looking at the Runner's World training plans. They've got two for intermediate-level runners, one being detailed and planny and the other being much more like "go for a tempo run today - 6 miles". I think I like the planny one best, though I'm not planning to follow either of them strictly. They're more guidelines than a code.

Anyway. I'm doing the math and following along for what they recommend for someone going for a 10-minute pace, which is a bit slower than my goal (4 hours and 20 minutes, which is a 9:55 pace), and I realize that if I wanted to, I could run a 4 hour marathon this year. I could probably run a nine-minute pace. I'm already running faster than what they lay out for the first few weeks, and for about the same distances, too.

Guess I've found my pie-in-the-sky goal: a sub-4, 9:00 pace marathon. Realistic goal: 4:10 - 9:33 pace. Acceptable: 4:20 - 9:55 pace.


And now, quizzes!

( Curses, foiled again. )

( Betcha the Leos get Han Solo. They're greedy like that. )