It seems to me that everyone these days is running half-marathons or marathons (not to mention mud-runs, rock-n-roll runs, color-runs, you-name-it runs). I can't quite decide if it's the era or the age bracket I've entered. Or both.
As a former varsity cross-country runner, one would think I'd jump on that marathon-running bandwagon. But, really, I'm not that interested in the marathon-stints. I certainly don't mind doing the Hood-to-Coast relay races and I'd probably enjoy the aforementioned runs in the parenthesis up there yonder, but the thought of marathons just makes me tired.
I will, however, be participating in a marathon this Saturday.
A marathon of words! The first annual NaNoWriMo Writing Marathon! And I can squeeze it in between my concert on Friday night and my concert on Saturday night. Woot!
Since I've been struggling to work on my novel whilst all this musicky (technical term) is going on (did I mention that my students are going to state for soprano clarinet, bass clarinet, and in a wind quintet?!), this is just one more incentive for me to keep plugging away as I attempt to balance my life. Just like I used to balance on a balance beam when I did gymnastics.
Wish me luck!
I've heard that on the NaNoWriMo Writing Marathon, food magically appears at your office door when you need it ;)
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