How I know I’ve lost my everloving mind: I spend my evenings searching for half marathons to run out of state and plan short excursions in order to participate in them. There was one I wanted to do in Vegas, but it’s the week before a half marathon I’m running in D.C. and I’m not really jazzed about running two halfs a week apart. But on the radar now is the Boston Run to Remember half marathon on Memorial Day weekend. I have the D.C. half on March 29 and another on May 4, so it might be a little rough but a second half in May is doable.

To make me feel even more whacked out of my gourd, I’ve actually thought about joining Team in Training and gearing up for something in some really exotic running locale, like Alaska. The problem with TNT is that you have to raise money for lymphoma or something, which would require me actually talking to people and convincing them to support my efforts to the tune of $5,000 or so. I can’t get more than two motherfuckers to spend $10 to support Blogtimore, so I’m fairly certain I’d fail miserably trying to collect five large for cancer.

And yet, I still think about it. It’s the mark of my descent into extreme nutjobbity.

In other, related, news, my running shoes treat me better than my wife does. Thank god for them.