Tuesday, November 3, 2015

1,000 Miles

I set myself a goal of running 1,000 miles this year - thanks a lot Aliza. Last year my aforementioned enemy friend mentioned she had a goal of running 1,000 miles and then so I was all like "i can do that" and now I'm at the last two months of the year and I have a little under 300 (281 to be exact) miles to go so that means about 35 miles per week. However I'm not so sure I can do that. During peak marathon training I ran 36 miles in a week and that was with a 20 mile run. I can't be doing 20 mile runs every weekend. I mean I could, and I could end up in really great shape. But I also could end up injured. So I'm trying to figure out if there is a doable schedule for me to get those miles in.

Any ideas? If your answer is, get up every morning seven days a week and run five miles, thanks. I'll take it under advisement.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Detroit Marathon

Right before the finish, focusing on being able to stop.
In what is a really long and probably boring story that I'll spare you from, I ran the Detroit Marathon instead of the Chicago Marathon this year. (Short version of the story is my sister ran Chicago for the first time and I was along the sidelines to cheer her on instead of running behind her as she's faster than I am ... or so we thought ... ominous foreshadowing music).

As the Detroit Marathon is the week following Chicago, I had a 19-week training schedule, so three weeks of taper, which seriously freaked me and my body out. There were days at work that I would get up and walk around the office aimlessly to work off nervous energy (this is different than my usual aimless walking around at work because that's me just getting away from my desk for a few minutes). Add to that the fact that I had to travel to Detroit to run a course I don't know anything about and I had to go over a big bridge into Canada and worry if the border patrol was going to decide I looked like a terrorist, well let's just say, I pretty much went into this race full of nerves.

We drove in to Detroit on Friday afternoon and hit up the exp. It was your usual expo other than the fact that I had to show my passport to pick up my bib and then be told that if I had any x-rays recently they would need to scan me to make sure I wouldn't set off some sensor at the border. I asked if my recent mammogram counted, and they didn't know. So I had to go to another area to let other officials know that I indeed have had my boobs squashed recently to learn that no, mammograms are not a cause for concern, but thanks for asking.

Friday night we had a crappy dinner at a local place by the hotel out by the airport where we were staying and went to bed as early as possible as Mr. H. and Baby H. had races in the morning. Saturday morning we procured a late checkout and proceeded back into downtown Detroit for the 5k and kid's run. Mr. H., ran his first real 'race' since his hip injury during the Wisconsin Marathon. He ran a 21:01, finishing 18th overall and 3rd in his age group. It wasn't a PR, but I think he felt pretty good about the results. Baby H. ran the .83 mile kid's race. Mr. H. ran with him, and while I'm not sure of his exact placing, he proudly told me and anyone else who would listen that he ran the whole time and didn't stop even though he was getting tired. After the races, we went back to the expo for more punishment - I mean a shirt that I wanted to buy on Friday but didn't. We then high tailed it back to our hotel to check out, and then came back to the city to eat and wait for my sister to get into town so we could check into the awesome suite that she and her Hilton Honors Double Diamond holding boyfriend were able to secure for us that was RIGHT NEXT TO THE START LINE!

A little side note, I really wish I had been able to do more sight seeing of Detroit than the little bit we did. We did go to a really cool bookstore, John King Used & Race Books, that was a block away from the hotel. And we walked a bit around the expo center and to dinner on Saturday night. Detroit feels very similar to Cleveland and it's a shame the troubles that the city is having. But it does look like there are a lot of efforts to build up the city again, and it really was a pleasure to run their marathon.

I was tempted to wear capris,
but glad I stuck with my
original outfit.
Marathon morning I woke up not too early since I had to literally go across the street to get to the start line. I applied my 4:30 pace tattoo, my 'A' plan. I met up with Sue from my CARA training group in the hotel lobby and we waited with the 100+ other runners that had taken over the lobby. It was pretty cold outside, low 30s, but I stuck with my pre-arranged clothing. I knew I wouldn't be too cold once I started, and I didn't want to have a long-sleeve shirt on in case it warmed up later. Of course I had a throw away hoodie as well as a heat sheet to keep me warm. With about 5 minutes before the first corral went off, Sue and I made it over to corral I to see if we could find the 4:30 pacer.

Ok, so waiting that long to find the pacer was probably a bad idea, but honestly, it wasn't an issue. Sue and I got into the corral and as each corral was let off in waves every minute, we didn't have to wait too long, and passed the start line about 7:17 a.m.

Miles 1-3

The first three miles were spent headed west toward the Ambassador Bridge that takes you into Canada. Sue and I had a quick first mile (9:51) and an on target second mile (10:20), but we slowed down leading up to the bridge (11:12) as the road narrowed. I'm still pretty nervous this whole time. I try deep breaths to get the butterflies to go away, but they seem to want to hang around.

Miles 4-8: Canada

Just after mile 3 we started heading up the bridge. As we went through the immigration checkpoints, there are officers making sure we all have bibs on. If you have something covering up your bib, they point a light at you and if you don't have a bib you'll get arrested. I am assuming that's what happened to the guy we saw being taken away in handcuffs. I'm not sure if he thought he'd be able to just jump into the race and make it into Canada or if something else was going on. Other than that, it was smooth sailing through immigration and we make our way up the bridge. Mile 4 was still slower than desired pace (10:53), but once we crested the bridge and go down, we made up some time: 10:14, 9:55 and 10:06. We ran along the road that hugs the river to the tunnel that took us back to Detroit. It warmed up considerably in the tunnel, but since it's so cold outside, it's no where near as bad as I had been prepared for (apparently it can be quite humid).

Miles 9 - 13

Now that we had done the bridge and Canadian portion of the race I started to calm down. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep the first Gu I took around mile 5 down, but the second one around 9.5 was easier on the stomach. One of the things I'd been preparing for was making sure I ate enough during the race so I didn't bonk at the end. I wasn't going to let nerves derail my plan. After the tunnel we headed west of downtown for a bit and then circle back in. The course came dangerously close to the finish at mile 13 for those running the half marathon. I had steeled myself for this because I've always said I didn't want to run a marathon with a half as I wasn't sure I could motivate myself to keep going. I shouldn't have worried, I was actually a little glad to have so many people leave the course and have some room at the half way point. My family was supposed to be at the half to cheer me on, but they missed me by mere seconds, so they say. Miles 9 and 10 were a little slow about about 10:50, but then we hit two fast miles with a 9:59 and a 10:09, before having a slow 13 mile at 10:57. However, that last mile was a little long, because I didn't lap my watch in time. For some reason I had a hard time picking out the huge blue mile marker banners even though each mile really was clearly marked.

Miles 14-19

After downtown, we headed out to the east side of the city. While several of the miles (14-16) are straight down one road, we went through some cute neighborhoods with nice crowd support. Sue and I admire the cute older houses that would cost a pretty penny in Chicago. All but one of these miles were at or below our goal pace, two being sub 10s; I check my pace tattoo and we were pretty on the money for a 4:30. At mile 18, someone had put up a wall that you could run through, which Sue did. However, that's also right around where I pulled out a bit in front of her. She caught up to me at a water stop around mile 19 and asked where the hell the island was, but that was the last I saw of her until the end.

Miles 19-26.2: Belle Isle and the Finish

Sue and me at the finish!
As Sue noted, once we had run around Belle Isle we were pretty much done. There was a bit of an incline over the bridge, but it was nothing like Ambassador Bridge. I heard someone running the other direction make a comment about the head wind, so I knew I had that to look forward too. We did a loop around part of the island and then went back over the bridge, where there was indeed a headwind. I kept a fairly even pace until the running into the head wind part. Mile 23 was slow, almost 12 minutes, and I took a longer walk through the water stop than normal. I took my final Gu and steeled myself for the final 3.2 miles. I didn't so much want to stop as I wanted it to be over. I made one final check of my pace tattoo, and honestly I thought I'd be about 5 minutes behind. I actually was a little upset I was right on pace only because that meant I had to keep pushing because making a 4:30 was going to be possible. Running on the river path was nice, if not a little windey, and I kept passing people so that was making me feel good. There was a little bit of a hill at mile 24ish that made me think of Mount Roosevelt, so at least I had that experience (ironic smiley winky face). The "last turn" really wasn't the last turn, but then I did get to the last turn at 26, could see the finish line. I looked at my watch, and even though I knew I wouldn't make my 4:30 goal as I had only 30 seconds left, I sprinted as much as I could and finished with a 4:31:09. The best part was hearing my name being called and the cheers of my family as I crossed the finish line. Oh and the gloating I get to do now that I have run a marathon faster than my sister (her time was 4:36) - though I'm pretty sure that won't stand too long since she's already talking about signing up for another marathon later this year.

Of course, hindsight being 20/20 and all that, if I hadn't walked during mile 23, maybe I would have made that 4:30 goal. But then again, maybe I needed that rest to stay on pace for the last three miles. Who knows. Sue was about 3 minutes behind me, which is a PR for her and under her goal time of 4:40. I'm so lucky to have had someone with me most of the race. And I'm so lucky to have had family there to cheer me on and support me throughout what it takes to train for a marathon. Leading up to and through yesterday I had been thinking that would be my last one. Of course, now that a whole 24 plus hours has gone by since I've finished, and the pain in my legs is starting to diminish, so is the memory of the anxiety and pain. So who knows. Do I have what it takes to run a 4:30? Do I want to find out?

Friday, September 11, 2015

Super Bears Shuffle 5K

I signed up for this 5k not because I'm all gung-ho about the Bears 2015-16 season. No it's because it was another chance to get to see our favorite festival band, Rod Tuffcurls and the Bench Press (I'm sure you've heard of them).

However, I'm in the middle, or the tail end anyway, of marathon training, and after a not-so-stellar 20 mile run on Saturday, and a pretty good 9-mile run on Wednesday, I'm tired. My plan wasn't to race - just run. On top of it, Mr. H. has a cold, so he wasn't feeling up to racing either, and stayed with me the whole way.

As we'd made no effort to pick up our packets pre-race, once we arrived at Solider Field, we made our way to packet pickup. They had run out of my size t-shirt, which is what I get for waiting to get my packet, otherwise quick and easy. Most people were wearing the t-shirt so Mr. H. and I decided to change into ours. I also donned one of the orange sweatbands they were handing out. We made our way to the corrals, squeezing ourselves through the bars so we could line up between the 9:30-10 minute pace signs. There were three start waves, us being in the second. Before each wave they played a video from a Bear's player thanking us for coming out to kick off football season, a few fireworks went off and then we started, running through the big inflatable bears tunnel.

The race started on the south side of the stadium and we headed south down a street that as I look at a map is called Museum Campus Drive which then turned into Fort Dearborn Drive. That led us through the West Tunnel of McCormick Place in which we hit our first mile - 9:12 I believe Mr. H. said - oh, did I mention I left my watch at home? I ran entirely on how I felt. Upon hearing our time, I slowed down because I didn't want to be running that fast, nor did I think I could keep it up. While it certainly wasn't as hot and humid as it has been the past two weeks, it was still hot, and since I couldn't stand the sweatband being around my head, sweat was now dripping down my face.

The turn around took us from Fort Dearborn Dr. on to the lake front path headed back north. As promised there were a few football style obstacles off to the side of the path, there was even a spot to stop and take a selfie with big posters of some of the players. I passed up my chance to get a shot with Forte and soldiered on. Somewhere around this mile I walked for a bit. I should have taken the chance to get water and just walk through the water stop, but I didn't and then I regretted it. Mile two closer to 10 minutes.

Once I started running again I determined to just get the damned thing over. As we neared the stadium, we passed the "whoop whoop" lady course marshal. She had been whoop whooping as we went past her on the way out and Mr. H. and I both wondered how long she could keep it up. Well apparently for at least 20+ minutes, because she was still at it as we passed her on our way in. Mr. H. told me we had half a mile left and to let loose. I told him to check in with me in a quarter mile. When we reached a little less than a quarter mile I started to speed up, passing most of the people who passed me while I walked. I held on to the finish line hearing the announcer called out both our names! Finish time: 29:06.

Me, Rod and Dick.
After grabbing some water and chips we headed out of the chute to receive our Bears medal. I think medals for a 5k are kinda silly - it's just three miles. But for some people "just" three miles is a lot and besides, it is a pretty cool medal. We said hello to some friends, collected our bag from gear check (again, quick, easy, great volunteers). Even though there was lots to do and eat after the run, we didn't stick around. Since Mr. H. has a cold, and even though we signed up for this race with the sole intent of seeing RT&TBP, we decided to call it a night. I did however go over to the stage and snag a quick pic.

All-in-all it was a fun race. I probably would have liked it better if it hadn't been the week after a 20 mile long run. As always, even when I'm not in the mood to "race" even if it is just against myself, I always end up pushing myself some. It hard not to. And for that, I had a pretty good finish. I was 26/216 in my age group, well above my top half goal.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

80s Movies - Teen Witch

After watching Back to School, I had a couple more hours to kill, so I used it watching Teen Witch. So here's the thing, this movie sucks. Seriously so many of the movies on this list don't seem to be worth watching once much less multiple enough times to be called "iconic." But I would imagine this is one of those movies that was shown over and over on TV so everyone saw it (except me apparently).

  • I do not in anyway understand the purple leotard, cheerleader, locker room dance/singing sequence. A big haired blond girl says something like "here's our next cheer" and then proceeds to sing "I Like Boys" and all the girls perform a clearly choreographed number while the main character, Louise, looks on in frustration because she obviously isn't a cheerleader and didn't get to learn the dance number. But since the lyrics to the song are so easy (I like boys over and over again), you'd think she'd be able to at least sing along.
  • Zelda Rubinstein, of Poltergeist fame, is in the movie. She doesn't squeak when she walks, but she does play a medium who helps Louise discover her magical talents.
  • Robyn Lively, Blake Lively's much older sister, plays Louise. Her birthday is February 7, 1972, so that makes her 10 days older than me. If only I'd been born 10 days earlier I could have been a dumpy teenager with latent magical blood. 
  • When she first finds out she's a witch, she takes the book Madame Serena gives her to an old carousel to learn about her powers. It's unclear where this movie takes place, but an old carousel definitely lends credibility to the supernatural events that will undoubtedly follow. 
  • The basic plot of this movie is recently 16-year old unpopular girl with bizarre younger brother likes super popular guy; whines about life to equally unpopular friend; goes to school dance just to be near popular boy and has to deal with ultra geeky boy; magic ensues; life lessons are learned; popular boy and unpopular girl end up together. With the exception of the magic part - this is the same plot of 16 Candles, a far superior movie.
  • In real life, the unpopular friend (Lisa Fuller) ends up with the popular boy (Dan Gauthier). They've been married since 1990. Just proving that, in the end, boys don't want the girls who dance around in purple leotards in the locker room. They just want to watch the girls in purple leotards dance around.

Friday, August 7, 2015

80s Movie Marathon - Back to School

I have wasted a 2-week vacation not watching my 80s movies. To be honest, I almost completely forgot about my little quest to watch these movies. But for some reason, people like to check out my blog and see what 80s movies are considered iconic by Buzz Feed. So I'm about to watch Back to School. I'll keep you updated on my progress over the next 97 minutes.  - 9:35 a.m.

Update 2 (9:50 a.m.): So according to my meager research (Google and Wikipedia) Rodney did not attend college. I did find out that he has a daughter named Melanie, so clearly you don't need a college education to give your daughter a wonderful name. 

Update 3 (10 a.m.): Since it's a 80s comedy, it only takes about 15 minutes into the movies before Rodney opens a shower curtain on a woman and we get a flash of boobs. If you're fast forwarding to just the gratuitous breast shots, it's at 15:27.

Update 4 (10:20 a.m.): It's registration time and people are standing in line to sign up for classes. I'm sure kids watching this movie today would have no idea what they are doing. I remember doing this my first couple of years of school. Then we moved on to the oh so advanced method of signing up via phone. Some days I wonder how we lived before the internet.

Update 5 (10:38): Is "Twist and Shout" a requirement 80s movie music scene? What's nice about this movie is the obligatory music scene is followed by the obligatory fight between the bullies and the misfits scene. So you get both of those out of the way in one quick only slightly painful swoop.

Update 6 (10:59): You learn something new everyday: Danny Elfman was in Oingo Boingo and they make an appearance in this movie in a second (but shorter) music scene. 

Update 7 (11:20):  Final thoughts on Back to School: Rodney Dangerfield looks a lot younger and in better shape when he's diving. I looked up Kieth Gordon (also in Christine) to see what he's up to these days. It seems he's given up acting for directing and producing. Of course, the break out star of this movie is Robert Downey Jr. This movie was made in 1986, so I'm pretty sure he just brought his wardrobe from Weird Science . I'm so glad the 80s fully committed to their look or we might still be stuck with big hair and shoulder pads.

So another movie off the list. Up next, Teen Witch

Monday, July 20, 2015

Rock 'n' Role Half Marathon - Hydration Station #4

In the midst of setting up. Water tanker filling the last of the water buckets
Yesterday morning I got up bright and early and worked a hydration station for the Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon. This is one of those half marathons that always seems like it would be fun to run. They boast bands along the course and sometimes big name headliners at the finish. They host races in multiple cities even offering tour passes with discounted rates. Apparently Meb runs the races and was rumored to be pacing yesterday - but I failed to see him.

In fact, I failed to see anyone I knew running the race. Because, as I said, it seems like a race that would be fun to run, but it's always in July in Chicago and no matter how mild, or downright chilly our spring/summer has been, this race is always a scorcher and yesterday was no exception. So while I was certainly cheering on all the runners, I was too busy handing out cups of water and making sure there were cups of water to be handed out to be on the lookout for any specific runner.

Obviously I won't be able to tell you about the race from a runner's perspective (other than I'm sure it was hot). But manning an aide station does offer interesting insight.

The day starts early as the volunteers are charged with setting up, manning and tearing down everything. At 5 a.m. a truck full of supplies - tables, cups, Gatorade mix, gloves, t-shirts, hoses, pitchers, garbage cans, garbage bags etc. - pulls up and we start unloading. If you've ever run a race, you know what the stations look like. We put a bunch of tables on both sides of the street and then we start putting out cups and filling them up - Gatorade first, water second. We couldn't start filling them up right away because apparently the water truck was running behind causing some mild panic. Eventually, a big tanker and another truck pulls up, set up six water stations (basically big buckets on pedestals). Then all the volunteers (there were about 40 of us) start filling cups. Once all the tables have a layer of filled cups, we stacked pieces of cardboard on top and add another layer of cups.

We all had our systems for getting water into cups. Some of us used provided pitchers. Others used the hoses and spray nozzles to put water directly into the cups. This second method was faster, but had the downside of not reaching all the cups and making your hand cramp up. By about 7 a.m. we had everything set and ready to go. The race started at 6:30 and I'd say we had about 10 minutes between the time we finished setting up and the first runner went through.

As the first runners went through with their choice of outstretched hands holding cups of water, many of them plucked the cup from my hand (I think because I was near the end and they figured it was now or wait til the next stop). It was a bit funny how many runners picked me rather than the five other people on my side of the street handing out water. I think they started to get jealous. Eventually of course there were so many runners that ceased to be an issue.

Handing out water to runners who are doing a 10 minute pace is pretty easy. Handing out water to runners going by at a 6 minute pace, a little different. I quickly learned I needed to move my hand back as they took the cup lest I wanted my arm taken off with it (or it just went flying). I also learned that the beginning of the pack runners (a) will often look at you or signal to confirm they are about to take your water, this is nice and allows you to prepare (b) when it's creeping toward 80, they just want the water thrown in their faces, this is weird, but to each his own. As the not as fast runners come through you're basically just holding your hand out until someone plucks the water from it and replacing it with another cup as quickly as you can.

Other things I learned at the water stop:

  • You will get wet. My choice to be back at the water area rather than by the Gatorade was just happenstance. However, once runners started coming through and I started getting water on my legs, I was glad of that.
  • Despite all good intentions, you will screw up handing water to a person and feel really bad.
  • You will start picking up five cups of water at one time to save time.
  • Even though you started out with roughly 2,000 cups of water preset, you still have times toward the end where you are rushing to fill more cups of water.
  • You feel a little sense of pride when you hear runners tell you that your water stop is "the best one so far." We heard this from several runners. I learned later that some of the other stops didn't have quite enough volunteers and so weren't able to hand the water out quickly enough. 
  • You will hear "thank you" a lot. I try to say thanks to the volunteers when I race, and now I have a reminder of how great it is that people decide to give up a part of their day to stand alongside a road and hand out water to runners.  
All-in-all it was a fun morning. It seemed like RnR could have used a few more volunteers. Even though I think we were doing pretty well, we were supposed to have about 75 people. And other than the water not showing up until late (and us getting pretty darn close to running out of water), it seemed like the stop was well run. Of course, it helped that my husband was the lead volunteer as there were many CARA volunteers. I even managed to talk three of my co-workers to joining in who I am hoping won't hold this against me the next time I need something from them. 

I don't have any races coming up, so maybe I'll volunteer for another race next month.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Downer's Grove 5 Miler

Yesterday I  ran the Downer's Grove 5 Miler. I will just say right up front there are no hills in Chicago and we are therefore wimps when it comes to hills. Downer's Grove has what they like to call rolling hills. I feel like I'm exaggerating when I say it was hilly, because in all honesty, it wasn't like there was some mammoth hill like Cricket Hill1 which I had just run up the day before at the end of my long run. No, these hills weren't too bad. There were just a lot of them. Each time you thought it was going to even out, nope, more hills. By the end, going down hill wasn't helping me make up any speed lost on the uphill and so I just gave in and slowed down.

That's not to say I didn't have a good time on this race. It was well run, packet pick up was easy, the course wasn't crowded, support was good and the course was scenic2.

Race day had me up a little after 5 a.m. as we had to drive to Downer's Grove (henceforth known as DG) and the race started at 7:30 and we had to pick up our packets before 7. My sister and I contemplated driving to DG the night before and staying in a hotel, but frugality won out and we just got up early. She picked me up and we headed on out of the city. Traffic was light and we made it there with more than enough time to spare. DG was having a fair downtown and so there were lots of street closures, but we just followed the detour signs and the guy in front of us who looked like he was a runner3. We found (free!) parking and then followed the other people who looked like runners to the lot next to the DG park district building to collect our packets.

After donning our bibs, stashing our gear at the CARA tent and putting on some sunscreen, we made a quick trip to the porta-potties, for which there was a short line4, and we were ready to go. Being a small field, there were no pace signs, so we found a spot that looked good, listened to the recorded version of the Star Spangled Banner and, once the air horn sounded, we took off.

I had asked my sister what pace she was planning on running and she said between 9's and 9:30's. So I asked her if she'd be willing to pace me at 9:20s for the first 3 miles. I feel like I got an affirmative response, but we ended up clocking our first two miles at 8:58 and 8:59 - a bit faster than I had wanted to go. She assured me that I could keep up this pace, but my body (and probably my brain) wasn't having it. Third mile I slowed down to around a 9:30 and then the fourth mile came and even though I remember it as being flat, I had an even slower mile of 9:50. I came back for the final mile clocking a 9:30 something and kicking it a bit at the end, I finished in 47:14 / 9:27 overall pace. Only somewhat slower than planned. I blame the hills, and my pacer.

Finishing stats: 13/31 in my age group5, and 261/453 overall. I didn't quite make my top half overall finish, but you know, hills.

Overall, I liked this race. What it lacked in flatness and closeness to home, it made up for in being different. We discussed even going out to the burbs for runs so we could maybe eventually benefit from hill training. After the race we hung out, got some chocolate milk from the Nestle people that seem to be everywhere lately (not complaining) and fresh fruit from a local grocery. After stretching, chatting with CARA people and doing a tour of downtown DG to find the Starbucks that we could have easily gotten to if half the streets downtown weren't closed, we headed back to the asphalt jungle of the city content that at least once this month I left the city limits6.


  1. I realize Cricket Hill is in no way mammoth. But when you live in Chicago mammoth becomes a relative term.
  2. Again, this is relative. When you run the same routes all the time, even if it is by the gorgeous lake front, a change of scenery is always welcome.
  3. You know the look, running cap, running watch, running shirt, probably running shorts but we couldn't see that far into his car, possibly a 26.2 sticker on the back of the car.
  4. My sister was actually a bit disappointed there was only one line instead of multiple lines. She has a strategy that goes something like: pick the line not necessarily the shortest, but the one that seems to be servicing the most porta-potties. This way turn over in said line is quicker. I for one think the one line, though potentially unwieldy, is much more equitable.
  5. Good for 3 more points in the CARA Circuit standings
  6. This is hyperbole. I left the city limits when I went to that run in Roselle on the 7th. Oh, and we recently bought a new car that took us all the way to Countryside a little over a week ago. And I left the city all together when I went to NY for work at the beginning of the month. Sheesh, it's like I barely even live here.
  7. So I'm reading Infinite Jest and you know how DFW is with the end-notes. I thought I'd try them on for size. It's an interesting way of writing. You get to say so much more without having to pare down your thoughts to stuff that makes sense. Is it genius or is it the lazy writer's way of (not) dealing with a rambling mind?