I’m running and not running. My knee is swollen then not swollen. Aunt I. Hill’s post is also true of my life. Leave it off and strange things happen. Auntie…I hear you. I have had a few runs similar to your last one that are quite the same.
I have fluid on my knee, then I don’t. I run with a brace or a sleeve, then I don’t. I remember to go to chiro or massage, then I don’t. No idea. No gumption. I don’t know where I am and I am not sure where this is going. Stick around; surely there is a story here. Still to come, as promised; the British Runner. Why the HELL do people run on the Wrong Side of The Running Path??????? expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive……expletive. Yeah. I’m talking about YOU!
It’s so pretty out there today! I followed up yesterday’s 11 with Lumpy (thanks for letting me cheat!) with a (what Hal Higdon calls) a recovery 3 mile run. It does feel good after I’m done, but before and getting started are achy.
Things are getting busy around here. I’m getting She Runs stuff ready for the new season and Spanish homework is tedious, though I know it will help. Kind of like training can be at times. 
I am trying to consistently do the 30 min. shred and I’m trying level 2. There are a couple of plyometrics moves Jillian does that are insane. All of it hopefully adds up to a lean, kind of mean, faster Sally machine. Maybe I should put that on my t-shirt for race day!
I had no idea that Lumpy was posting what he did. I’ve been thinking about The Banana a lot lately, measuring my growth, thinking about where she would be in her life right now, wondering about Salma and Andrew. I keep in touch with them sporadically…
Today I ran a “6 mile pace run,” which became a 5.25 mile bust-ass run. The sun was out, I didn’t need my trail runners, and there were so very many cute doggies. I thought about Banana. I thought about this possibly being my last marathon-my knee was a little click-y-I thought about how fun it is signing up for a series of races, knowing that I’m getting a kick-ass set of medals for completing each. I listened to my iPod. I enjoyed sunshine and 30°F. Man that feels hot when you’ve been running in sub zero!!!!
I would say today was just what I needed. Thanks, Banana, for coming along.
…it also thrust our Banana squarely to the front of my brain. Will the U.S. ever get it????
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8537591.stm
Sometimes I miss her so desperately. We need her here. The world needs her. I still don’t know why she’s gone.
That’s the most positive adjective I could find for today’s run. I switched today’s 6 with tomorrow’s 3. Neither Guinness or I could get it going today. It was gorgeous outside, however, even though I thought I might die from overheating when I got to the west side of the lake with the wind at my back. No one is supposed to be that sweaty when it’s under 20° outside…
“Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast” – W. Shakespeare
(yeah, right.)
Guinness had accoutrements…
Yep. Lego child’s headlamp. It was perfect. We had a slow, comfortable, well-lit run tonight. 6 tomorrow.
your dog looks at you as if running with you is better than chasing squirrels…
That’s the kind of run I had. 5 miles at an easy pace, and do I mean easy. I stopped a few times so that “Guinness could say hi to some other dogs,” and just to enjoy being out. I have 11 tomorrow. Youch. At least tomorrow is Champagne Sunday. Sometimes it’s the only way I can make myself get out the door.
I saw Claudia on the path yesterday! I was doing a three and Guinness was bringing me along to be Welcomer and Greeter. So, we know that at least 2 TAS-ers are running! Peep, you’re excused, however, so we will not bring the wrath down upon you. We won’t even smite you.
Runs are going somewhat smoothly, but mostly I am glad to be outside. I love snow and the sun has been out a few days recently, so it’s a great combination for me. Today I did 1600 repeats. I had some doubts about it, but everything went somewhat smoothly. I didn’t puke once!
Next profile to come…“The British Runner.”
I’m rubbing my hands together with glee! Wickedly. Can’t complain; our landlord has a snow blower for us to use.
3, dawg, snow, uff da!
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” -Bill Watterson
That’s what I said on the phone to Coworker #1 when I called to get Lumpy at work. I was supposed to do 5, slightly miscalculated, did 4.7, of which I probably ran 4.4, unintentionally.
If any of you folks in the Minneapolis area are considering running between 50th and Lake Harriet on the creek path, DON’T. It wasn’t even close to cleared.
All in all, yow. I ache. Yet, I have a sleeping dog at my feet when I’m on the couch, and I have a great sense of accomplishment. I thought I would have walked much more, but I did what counted and I had fun which has always been the tough part of training for me. Nope, my post was not witty like Lumpy; I still have Spanish homework and icing to do! Cut me some slack! heh. Happy running, all.
