On the Road Again: Osaka Marathon 2015

Shhh...do you hear that sound? Listen carefuly. It seems like the distant rustling of motion as the rising sun shines upon lycra shrouded shoulders while fleet feet beat the streets of an island nation's well paved paths once again. Something big is happening. That big something is the return of the Vegan Marathon Runner.

It fills me with equal amounts of elation and trepidation to announce that I will once again stare at the frothy snarling ferrel fangs of that beady-eyed beast of burden known as the Osaka Marathon this October. This will be my 5th marathon and, by far, the most out of shape I've ever been going into one at the onset. I don't want to be melodramatic and compare this trek to the likes of traipsing an all powerful ring into the heated heart of Mount doom, but this ain't no picnic in the Hundred Acre Wood either. The marathon is a lovely race and one that I've become addicted to if not for anything else the pure pleasure of high fives and medals. I attribute the penchant for possessing precious things to growing up in an era where consumerism made every box of cereal a treasure trove of collectible trinkets. The marathon, in finite terms, is the adult manifestation of this predilection. 

So kids, stay tuned on that same Bat-time and the same Bat-channel to see how this whole thing unfurls.