
“Defeat doesn’t finish a man—quit does. A man is not finished when he’s defeated. He’s finished when he quits.”
—RICHARD M. NIXON
Man, I love Tricky Dick. What a great quote. What a great man. Did that guy EVER make a mistake? Oh, yeah, Watergate. But come on, everyone is entitled to ONE mistake. And you have to admit, those words are pretty powerful. Although they do lose some of their potency when you consider that Nixon is one of the biggest quitters of all-time, having resigned as President in 1974. Man, I have to start picking better mentors.
Well, I can’t be too hard on the Dick (no jokes, please), because I’m a hypocrite, too. I am guilty of being a pharisee, a phony, a liar and a prevaricator and fabricator of the highest order. As you can probably guess by now, I have NOT quit the marathon, nor have I quit my blog. The reason is simple: After posting that September 9 would be my last blog, I received 198,523 responses from people begging, pleading and demanding that I continue, that I brave the storm, that I never stop writing this all-so-important blog of immeasurable consequence. OK, I DIDN’T receive 198,523 responses. I didn’t even receive one. But, like I said earlier, I’m a liar.
The real reason for my triumphant return is simple: After writing my last post, all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed, pull the sheets over my head, feel sorry for myself and retreat from the world. There were several motivations for that, which I’ll discuss in my next post, but basically, a lot of bad things hit me at once, and I simply wanted to quit everything: my training, the marathon, the blog, my job, heroin (just joking—I’d NEVER quit heroin; that shit’s the bomb!). But a funny thing happened on the way to the forum: After writing that post, I didn’t go back to bed or sleep the day away, but rather went for a run and thought things over. And then I had an epiphany of sorts: I finally admitted to myself that the STAR WARS prequels suck. Freed of the burden of having to defend those mediocre movies, I began to feel a new lease on life…
OK, another lie. Get used to it, suckas. The REAL epiphany was that I finally figured out that 1) I’ve worked too hard and long and run too many painful miles to quit when the end was in sight, and 2) Getting the suicide-attempt monkey off my back and just throwing it out there for anyone to see rid me of what I felt was my Scarlet Letter, my secret stain and shame that couldn’t be spoken of because people would think I was a freak, or a mental case, or some seriously disturbed person.
Yes, I am a freak, a mental case and seriously disturbed—but in a GOOD way, and not because I tried to kill myself. And of the handful of people who knew what I did, some, indeed, treated me differently, or stopped being my friend or simply tried to pretend that it never happened. But the thing is, it happened. I did it. Guilty as charged. Big-whoop-de-f**king-doo! One mistake does not make a man (just ask Nixon!), and I am now more comfortable in my own skin, and with who I am, than ever before. I am content with who I am as a person (and trust me, I realize that there’s plenty of room for improvement), and trying to kill myself is part of who I am, but it’s a part of my past, and it helped make me who I am in the present. I’m not going to dwell on it, but I’m not going to ignore it or treat it like Sloth from the GOONIES and keep it locked up in my mind’s basement, feeding it Baby Ruths until a fat kid named Chunk finally frees it and… Sorry, I’m kind of pushing it with the GOONIES/Sloth metaphor, ain’t I? But I digress.
So if people know that about me and can’t deal with it, or deal with me, or look down or oddly at me, I’ll politely go to www.mapquest.com and give them directions to my ass, so they can kiss it. Actually, I understand why most people aren’t comfortable with those who have attempted suicide, or have mental health problems, or suffer from severe depression. But, again, the thing is, I AM comfortable with those issues, and the people who have them, and I’m comfortable with myself.
This is getting a little too preachy and didactic for my sermonizing ass, so I think it’s time to hit the stop button. But come on, did you really think I would quit? Hell, my idol is Brett Favre. If good old #4 can change his mind and come out of retirement, why can’t I? Hey, wait, Brett Favre… Screw Tricky Dick, that corrupt, Watergate-scandal son of a bitch. And screw his quote. In Brett I trust. And in Brett I quote:
“Life deals you a lot lessons, some people learn from it, some people don't. Once again I am not perfect, but I thought there was one time when Brett Favre would always drink and be this crazy guy, I thought I would never change.”
—BRETT FAVRE
Well, Brett, I’m probably always going to drink and be crazy. But I’m cool with that. I’ll always be a drunken reprobate. But I’ve been dealt a lot of lessons this past year, and I’ve learned from a lot of them. And while I’m far from perfect, I have changed…for the better. I ain’t no Nixon. I ain’t resigning. I ain’t quitting. I gotta run, folks—literally and figuratively. I have a marathon I have to prepare for, and it’s time for me to get my ass in gear…