“Hello everybody! I'm off! It's my first run, half marathon, took the two-minute walk, off running three minutes now, there are thousands of people here, something like 15,000 possibly, 11,000, something like that, ridiculous. I'm about to run through a red light at Washington street, um, got here around 4 o'clock in the morning, woke up a little before 3, uh, got a twinge in the knee already so I just kinda bear- I was okay for awhile and then I started to feel something. But, feeling okay, a lot of people here. Thank you for the text messages, you know who you are. And ... I'm gonna stop talking now, and save my breath. I'll check in later on. Also, this thing will probably automatically transcribe, and if it's ridiculous, and you want to re-transcribe it, please copy the ridiculous transcription into a comment, cause those things are always fun. I mean, what the hell am I saying right now, right? What am I saying, Livejournal? I'm doing a half-marathon, that's what I'm saying.”
“Hello! Just passed mile two. Two little things... was funny was that I got to wear like an old jacket that I had my mom bring from the house, cause they came to visit yesterday, and I told her to bring an old jacket that we didn't need anymore... because it's cold in the morning at 4:00 when I was here, but when you start running, you heat up, and you don't need it. So I gotta take it off, and just like, drop it on the sidewalk, and they'll pick it up and like donate it to homeless people. So that's cool.
Two: there's a guy wheelchairing this thing. Wheeling it. He has no legs. So it's kinda hard for him to run a marathon. But he's gonna wheel the whole thing. Which is pretty cool.
I'm on the waterfront now, past Fisherman's Wharf. Um, my knee seems to have been hurting worse than it was last week, which I think was because at mile 1 I realized that I'm at 12-and-a-half-minute miles, somehow, even though I started walking for two minutes. So I'm obviously running too fast. Which was stupid. And now I'm trying to slow down, I think the last one was 13 minutes, which was a little bit slower, I need to go 14/13, between that. Uh, it's beginning to feel a little better, I might have gone slower.
Livejournal's gonna have a hard time transcribing it, isn't it... talks funny like that. But, you know, my heart's racing and all that... stuff.
Um, we're in a big line now, lots and lots of people. It's cool to be out here, because the training runs you're running with like 5 people together and there were only a few hundred on the road. And now there are like all these other crazy people. It's pretty cool, except that it's cloudy(?). And we're passing the Maritime Museum, uh, and some cheering. I do cheering up later.
But uh, anyway. Also, if any of you are listening, guys, feel free to call me and tell me I can do it, encourage me, support me and all that, because my knee hurts and my feet hurt... you shouldn't be doing this... But yeah, feel free to give me a call if you're awake. All right. Check in in a couple miles.”
“Greetings LiveJournal. It's the ___, recording live from the Golden Gate Bridge, that's right, I'm on the Golden Gate Bridge, on the Rd. actually, but only pedestrians here to attract but now I, ___ & walking on the Golden Gate Bridge. I will run in about 18 secs. I'll be running into the fog because it's covered in fog & all I see is fog. So, it's a pretty good view of the fog on the bridge. Let's do a little running & there's someone else with me. We're about to hit the fog, we'll see if it's is kinda foggy, maybe sort of moistury(?). This guy is dressed as a Viking or a Spartan or something like that, this other guy dressed like in a French maid's uniform, running barefoot, which I think might have been a dare. So yea there is a guy with like a fucking Spartan like from 300 with the shield & spear & I don't know how he's doing it. We're now in ___ fog, so it's a good time, maybe I'll check back with you guys on the other side when we're in. ___ Golden Gate Bridge. Signing out.”
“You know, the thing about the hills, it's not that they're like, you know, 45 degrees or something ridiculous. It's just they last forever. And the protracted length of the hills just take its toll. Uh, right now we're going downhill, which you'd think would be good, but it's not. Any incline is bad right now. Because, uh, yeah, my right calf is still cramping up. At the medical station I put some magic gel on it, like, analgesic gel or whatever, and I put it on the left so the left side seems to be little better now. Oh yeah, because that little ankle thing popped up, too, the back ankle, but I, the gel ...
But the right knee, and the left knee, and the right calf is possibly getting worse. But I got ten miles, I'll probably just run a half at this point. Um, took an extra-long walk break. By the water, it's nice. Uh, I'm being passed by people, it's fun. Um, and both my knees hurt. It's hard to run because the stupid ? which is pissing me off. There was one girl, who, and she saw me bleeding, she was like "oh fuck," and she said she was like limping the entire way. I hope she's not a full-marathoner because I can't imagine doing the whole thing like that. But she was like ... since mile one. Well, I've only got about 2 and a half to go. Uh, 2.6. Um, I think I see flat land, possibly, unless it goes back up again, which will piss me off. Anyway. This is Sunil's right calf, signing out.”
“Hello, I'm calling you from Mile 13. That is, the 13th Mile. Passed Mile 12. This is new territory, foreign territory. I've never made this far before. Even though, you know, I wasn't running past the ___. Fuck, shit, cramping up. Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp. Oh my God. ___ Yeah I can't run. That's pretty much a ___. I'll be walking this last mile. But I'm gonna make it. Bye.”