Love on the rocks
Ain't no surprise
Pour me a drink
And I'll sell you some lies
Got nothing to lose
So you just sing the blues all the time
-Neil Diamond
If you have been dumped then you know how bad it sucks. If you have never been there, then you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
About four weeks ago I was in heavy training mode for the Marine Corps Marathon. I was at 18 miles of a 22-mile training run and it happened. I got tendonitis in my lower ankle/foot. I was out for about four weeks and had to make the decision to defer the race. My weeks away from running were like a bad break up.
Here's my reasoning, assuming you are the dumpee and Running is the dumper: You meet running and at first you aren't real impressed with it. It's a little tough to get to know him/her. But you do. And you start spending a lot of time together. You spend money on Running, taking it out to fancy stores and locations. You woo it with your fancy clothes and gadgets. You even buy it lots of delicious Italian dinners. You fall in love with Running and think it feels the same way about you.
You become obsessed with Running. You think about it all the time. You doodle its name with little hearts on your checkbook while balancing it. You think you and Running will never break up. You + Running = Forever.
But then it happens.
This article appears in Sep 30 – Oct 7, 2009.