Blubbering fool

I'm not really a crier. Sometimes my throat closes, and I get this funny itch in my nose like I'm going to sneeze, and I feel like crying, but I just am not much of a crier. The movie Rudy makes me cry, as does ET. I cry when I have the flu or a fever of 103 or something. I've gotten really angry before and burst out crying, much to my surprise and chagrin. Still, I'm not much of a crier.

Today started as a normal day. I went to work, acted belligerent in a staff meeting, took a long lunch, worked late, came home to run, saw Radford and gave him a distant high five, and came in to eat some peanut butter and do some situps.

I turned on the tv. Watched some Singing Bee. Watched Beauty and the Geek for about 2 minutes which was my first and last 2 minutes of that show. Then I saw that Nova was on. It was a special about marathoners. They put together a team of sedentary people and led them through training for the Boston Marathon. They all overcame the normal training challenges of a novice runner and then trudged through the marathon like I did. Sadly, they were all faster than me I think, but they had the 3 time winner of the Boston to train them, so I guess I can't beat myself up too badly.

Watching them cross the finish line, though, I started getting that little tickle in my throat, and then the tears came. I was like Jerry Seinfeld: "My God, what is this salty discharge? Is this crying?" I was blubbering like a baby. Watching them cross brought back all the emotion from the day of. Wow. It was like PTSD but kind of good PTSD. Maybe it's Post Triumphal Stress Disorder. It just made me realize that the coaches were right when they told me to take my time, take it all in, remember this marathon. There is nothing in the world like your first marathon. Nothing.