Thursday, January 1, 2015
Miles: 2,979.1 (3,070.2 in 2013)
Days Run: 315
Countries Run In: 2
States Run In: 8
Best Race: USATF Club Cross Country Nationals
Worst Race: Rock n' Roll Philly Half
Best Memory: Running the Boston Marathon with no goal but to have fun and having more fun than I could have ever imagined.
Worst Memory: Getting shoved at the beginning of a 5K in the Bronx and riding the subway home a bloody mess.
Goals for 2015: PR at Rutgers Half Marathon and Vermont City Marathon. Master the baby jogger.
This morning, I put away my razor, tossed out my shaving cream and took my electric shaver off the charger. I won’t need them until the summer.
Today begins what I am dubbing “Beard to Baby”. I am vowing not to shave until our first child is born on or around June 28, 2015. I’m starting with a clean slate. Just last night, before heading out for New Year’s revelry (specifically, a lovely dinner and a beer with friends), I shaved the carefully-groomed, perma-stubble that Gawker once referred to as the markof a low moral character. Today is the first day my face has been completely clean-shaven in a year-and-a-half. Sadly, I was not carded for buying beer this morning. So that theory is out the window. I guess I’m just old now.
Why am I doing this? I like to contribute. Physically, there is very little I can contribute to pregnancy at this stage of the game. Sure, I can pick up the slack around the house, be extra attentive to Lauren’s needs, go out of my way to make sure she is comfortable, etc. and of course, I plan to do all those things. But, the reality is while she is dealing with nausea, exhaustion and bloating, quite frankly, I feel fantastic. That doesn't seem fair. Obviously, a scratchy beard does not even come close to carrying a child. I’m not trying to pretend it does. However, it will leave me somewhat uncomfortable over the next six months thus allowing for at least minimal commiseration in the Holder household.
|The last beard. Speaking to students at SUNY Oswego. In the academic world, beard = wisdom,|
The bearded among you will say, “having a beard is awesome!” Not for me. I attempted “Beards to Boston” last year and hated every second of it. When I got injured and couldn't resume training, shaving that stringy, red hair off my face was the only upside to dropping the dream. This time around I’ll again be training for a marathon (Vermont City on May 24th) but the beard doesn't go away after the race.
I’m not a beard guy. So, if you’re a hipster, lumbersexual, truck driver, wizard or any other veteran wearer of facial hair, I’d appreciate any beard tips. As you can see, I have a long way to go…