I drop out of a marathon and rediscover emo

Kind of a strange weekend. I had been training, but not very well, for a marathon all summer, but due to a lot of stuff going on, never really got my head into it. I also neglected to buy new shoes when the old ones wore out and was wearing some pretty shot-to-hell footware for the big race on Sunday. So, anyway, I was not feeling good about the race in a lot of ways, but I had already paid so I thought I'd try. It was going all right until about 19 miles and then, very suddenly, I had that marathoner's existential crisis where you not only doubt your ability to finish, but your right to exist on earth...literally, it's like instant depression and it has a lot to do with carbohydrate depletion, so I ate goo and struggled on for a few miles. It happened again at 22 and by then my hip was hurting like hell (new shoes would have helped), so there I lost momentum and dropped out.

Anyway, it was a pretty long run. There's that.

I also bought a bunch of books and one record the day before in an uncharacteristic spree of consumerism.

Books
Vladmir Nabokov's Invitation to a Beheading
Katherine Dunn's Geek Love
Michael Kammen's Visual Shock: A History of Art Controversies in American Culture

Record:
Drive Like Jehu's Yank Crime

Which is pretty fucking great...see here