So if you didn’t blow off my post a few days ago about those unfortunate few of us “duathletes” being left unsupported by organizers of this year’s L.A. Marathon events, you learned that come March 4 I’m one of them there crazy sunzabeeches planning on doing both the bike tour and the marathon and that I don’t need no marathon peeps’ help to do them as I’m pretty sure I’ve worked out a successful if semi-frantic way to get from the end of one and the start of the other involving a potential indecent exposure violation by using my truck as a dressing room and then a dash to the 7th Street Red Line station for a subway trip to Universal City.
But another thing that needs work is my training. Biking, not so much. I do enough of that to know I’m good to go there. But as I’ll also be attempting to complete the marathon on foot — walking, mind you — in somewhere around six hours, I need to start getting my ped on and quick. And one way I’m going to do that these next few weeks is by rapidly building up to taking a long walk. A r-e-a-l-l-y long walk.
Drawing inspiration from Franklin Avenue’s MIke and Maria and friends who a couple months ago walked the 16 miles from the downtown beginnings of Wilshire Boulevard to its end in Santa Monica, I started looking around town at other avenues and boulevards and it didn’t take long for me to settle on the one, the only, the Sunset Boulevard. Thus it will be that after mustering at nearby Philippe’s for a 6 a.m. breakfast I will set out at 7 a.m. on Saturday, February 10 from Union Station and hoof it the 24 miles all the way through the wide variety of socio-economic strata to Gladstones on Pacific Coast Highway at the other end.
Why am I bothering you good people with such lunacity? Mainly because I’m functionally delusional as evidenced by having the silly idea that there might be those among you who’d see this as an opportunity
for ridicule to get up before the dawn on a Saturday morning and do this unique thing instead of normal weekend stuff like sleeping in or recovering from Friday night’s hangover or watching TV cartoons or drinking coffee or blogging or yardwork or shopping or movies or carwashing. If that’s true, post a comment with an address or just email me directly and I’ll keep you posted as to any further details or convincing as you might require.