Possibly just MORE ego-boosting intellectual nonsense

26.2 miles seems like an awful lot of time that could be spent watching Curb Your Enthusiasm episodes. Really? Who the hell would run this far with absolutely nowhere to go except across a finish line?

Jesus Christ, I am overwhelming myself just with the thought of how tired I will be after that first half. Which, to be honest, is already enough to wipe me out physically. I know this having finished seven half marathons already. Well, actually about five and the other two runs had more than 13.1 miles added to them.

Why am I blogging about this?

Oh, that.

Well, there are going to be lots of people running this Marathon for the first time. I won’t be the only one, but right now it definitely feels like I am. I don’t know if I am afraid because I don’t know anyone who is running this Marathon, or if I am ridiculously excited for the exact same reason. I do know that  I have SO much on my mind and running is going to help me shift gears fast and drive through all of them. Well, maybe not FAST, but a good amount of time will do me a whole hell of a lot of good. Lots of things will happen when I cross the finish line. I am going to embrace every damn minute of it and expect nothing but long gasps of breath that were aching to greet me. 

After the race, will I be exhausted before my long awaited date with this year’s Academy Awards? Yes.

Will I watch Forrest Gump the night before the race? Oh, HELL yes.

Is this going to be easy? Um, no in fact what a stupid question. It is going to be hard as hell and I am NOT prepared no matter how hard I trained.

It’s coming fast, in fact its the only thing that is going to happen fast.

Cheers to 26.2 miles of effort, pain, and wiping an eraser across my brain to clear my mind. Crossing a finish line of leaving the miles and past behind me, is, ALL FOR ME.

Oh, me and a big ass beer I have been postponing for too long.

Send me some of those “Hey Girl” quote thingies with freakin’ frackin’ Adrien “I’m so sexy and have everything a man needs to be all wrapped up in my awkward yet substantially hot as hell nose” Brody. That’s a “Hey Girl” that’s so worth a pointless post that will over accentuate the use of quotation marks.

Hells yars.

Jean Paul-Sartre.

I want so much of his work tattooed, like, right on my fucking forehead.

I tried texting that to someone as well and almost wanted to slit my phones throat for attempting to correct the spelling of Jean to John.

Watch it Verizon.

Seriously.

Just. Watch it.

 

Top row (left to right): Jacques Lacan, Cecile Eluard, Pierre Reverdy, Louis Leiris, Pablo Picasso, Fanie de Campan, Valentine Hugo, Simone de Beauvoir, Brassai
Bottom row: Jean-Paul Sartre, Albert Camus, Michel Leiris, Jean Abier

Rene Magritte – The Key of Dreams

“Seeing comes before words. The child looks and recognizes before it can speak. But there is also another sense in which seeing comes before words. It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world; we explain that world with words, but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it. The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sunset. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight. The Surrealist painter Magritte commented on this always-present gap between words and seeing in a painting called The Key of Dreams.”*

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Oh, okay. Well, in that case.

My mind is pretty random and I usually write based on political, gender, or cultural studies.

Oh, I wish I were an astronaut but I am actually majoring in English at UTA.

So, yeah.

All that really means is that I am a Liberal Arts senior who is “working on a book” and “loves coffee and tea”. Somehow, I get the feeling you kind of already knew that.