Twice a week I “borrow” a neighbor’s husky to run with Guinness (my own dog) and me. I have figured out his game. Some four legger in my past has taken a hit out on me, and the doggie mafia has decided that Tucker will be the one to do me in. What it comes down to is that Tucker makes me run 7:30-8:30 miles. Normally, I run 8:50-9:30, depending on if I have a tailwind, how hydrated I am, how annoyed or tired I am from work, and many other tiny details that add up to SLOW. When all is right in my little running world I can consistently run 8:45, but that’s pushing it. I’m afraid to stop my twice weekly runs with Tucker. What will happen to me? What repercussions will this cause? I am afraid. I dream of death by skijoring. I envision Tucker actually causing me to trip then gleefully dragging my body across busy roads, singing as only a husky can. Oh, Tucker, I just wanted to run with you. I wanted you to do what you were bred to do. Dog is no longer my co-pilot, dog is now to be the death of me. Literally. It’s a furry, furry world out there and Tucker wants me dead.
P.S. - Thank you, Tucker, for making feel like I can fly!
But then again, it’s just the beginning. My 1st week was uneventful, chugged along my 3 3milers - legs still a bit tight from all that walking in Boston. My 6 miler was a little difficult - heavy legs and warm weather (70’s), but then I felt ok. My 2nd week was extremely difficult mainly because I had not done any Christmas shopping, then Banana & Salmita arrived, followed by the familia from Mexico, and then the Bibimeister made an appearance, followed by Banana’s friends from Phoenix…anyway - let’s just say full house and crunched for time. The runs themselves were good - the weather finally turned cooler and drizzly - absolutely perfect! My 7 miler on Saturday was THE BOMB!!! I never felt so good after a run - it’s like all the stars were perfectly aligned…the weather (40’s), breakfast, the time, my breathing - I didn’t feel winded, no side stitches, legs felt great - oh, yeah, and did I mention the weather? Maybe the stars will realign themselves again in time for Paris….
Lumpy here. Yeah, I’m running Paris ‘07 with Toots and Sally also. But I’m mostly just along for the ride. Oh, well, and I said I’d run a marathon. So here I am.
I thought I’d start out my offerings to the content here with: How to run 50 marathons in 50 days
No, I don’t plan on doing this. But maybe something here will be useful to just running 1 marathon in 1 day in Paris.
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I felt like crap. We did a three mile run, and I felt good about, say, mile 2.2. One of the worst runs I’ve had in recent months. I also overdressed and thought I might throw up from being too hot. If only I had gotten leg cramps. The run would have been complete. feh.
I’m tired already. I’m not starting strength training until tomorrow and I’m tired. I want to sleep all the time. I don’t want to clean, I don’t want to work, I don’t want to walk the dog. I want to sit. And watch terrible t.v. shows. I feel compelled to watch “Antiques Roadshow” every time I catch it. I am thrilled for the old white dudes who bring in their WWII memorabilia that is worth thousands of dollars simply because they labeled it. Sheesh. Tomorrow is Christmas and I don’t even care. I am thinking about the 3 mile run I have to do and how I plan for it to be easy. I regret not putting up a tree for the kitties to climb, but in the end, I am more worried about the dog getting enough exercise and making sure I don’t try to bust ass tomorrow. All this, and I don’t even have a sponsor. What the hell is wrong with me?!?
