One's mind goes to interesting places on a run alone. Over the course of my marathon training last winter, I wrote a children's book in my mind (looking for an illustrator) and mentally renovated our house from top to bottom. I also wrote a lot of imaginary nasty letters to people who have slighted me over the years (that activity is particularly good for recharging your energy with adrenaline when you're feeling droopy after a dozen miles or so). Today, I was thinking about who I would run a marathon with, if I could choose anyone on earth (okay fine, living or dead). I could be corny and choose my husband or my dad, but that's boring since I've already run with them, and while I love them dearly, I think I can do better. I could go with a big timer like Uta Pippig, but I'd just feel lame as she jogged tiny baby steps in circles around me as I huffed up a hill. I don't think Bruce Springsteen and the entire E Street Band would be able to run with their instruments, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg might trip over her robe and hurt herself, thus leaving the Supreme Court in an even worse situation than it's already in. So, I go with a comedian, which leaves me to choose between Steve Carell and Will Farrell. I choose Will, who is a normal runner and can make me cry with laughter so he could distract me from my IT band. Plus he's already run Boston once, so he could go the distance. As long as he doesn't go Old School and run naked. Shivers.
Who'd you run with?
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I'd have to go with John Cusack - I have been hot for him since I was in high school, which is a very long time. I have no idea if he runs or not, but I would be tolerant.
You don't need an illustrator. If the publisher likes your book, they will find you an illustrator.
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