Did you know in Beck's hit song, Loser, at one point he plays the chorus backwards?
I used to just drive around with that song on repeat. Loved it.
Not that I am a loser or anything.
Juneathon Day 5 was quick.
Ran to my parent's house late this afternoon with my little brother on his bike. Took a shortcut.
Ran back home.
That's about 2 miles.
I had slept in this morning as a substitute for my usual Sunday long run.
This was a reduced mileage week ahead of two high mileage weeks ahead.
So when it comes to Juneathon, so far I'm a winner.
But in other situations that title does not apply.
HoneyBunny sees one of my medals on the dining room table.
It's the 20in24 50-mile finisher medal.
I'm sure most runners have had a similar conversation with their kids.
HoneyBunny: "How'd you get this medal?"
Me: "Ran 50 miles."
HB: "Did you win?"
HB: "What did the winner do?"
Me: "Ran like 146 miles."
HB: "So the losers get a medal?"
Me: "That's today's society. Everybody wants a medal."
Me: "Do you want me to win?"
Me: "OK, I'll try to win."
My wife, silent to this point, looks up at us like "Fat Chance."
Fine. I know I'll never be the winner.
But I also know that with each passing year, I'm becoming a better loser.