I’m crying uncle. Uncle! already.
Here’s what I’m giving in to:
1. the pain of this exam process. It is really, really, grueling. Obviously, me crying uncle doesn’t actually make the proverbial uncle* quit twisting my arm behind my back–the twisting will continue for another two weeks–but UNCLE, ok?
2. the marathon. The running buds have been at me since, oh, the day AFTER we did Buffalo to start training for Harrisburg (thereby starting the “one marathon per state” insanity). I have, of course, said NO NO NO. And they’ve cajoled, and said “Oh, come with and do the half while we run the full,” and “Just do the training with us.” Yeah, right. Any marathoner knows that you stand in the FULL MARATHON line to pick up your packet, looking smugly at that HALF MARATHON line, which is always 3 times as long (because most people have some sense, really). The 18-week training starts next Monday. I’m in, babes. I’m in. Because I’m giving into the PAIN OF IT ALL.
*whenever someone talks about crying “uncle,” I always imagine a socially-inept uncle tickling and tormenting some child who is yelling “UNCLE! UNCLE!” I actually have no clue the actual etymological lineage of the phrase. Feel free to enlighten me.