Note to all ye SPHians. When a swarthy dog (who happens to be a good friend) asks ye if ye would like to run 26.2 miles (I think that works out to 345218 fathoms or somethin nautical like), respond "Nay you scurvy dog!". Lovable Blackbeard responded "Yeah, that be something I'd be up fer a tryin'!". Yarghhh.
14 miles of jogging the plank later and only a fortnight until the race and ole Blackbeard is starting ta think that he should just leave the running to all ye landlubbers. Blackbeard will be able to draw on all of his pirate powers to make it through, but will it be as fun as plunderin some booty? More like taking a trip to Davey Jones' Locker.
YARGH! (Oh... vote Blackbeard... only 700some days left!)
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UPDATE: Did 15 miles yesterday and felt much better. Lesson learned. Bring on the marathon (so if I run I can do it for 45 minutes and not 2.5 hours).
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