It's good to hear from everyone lately (that means that so far everyone survived running at Superior). When not training hard, the blogosphere comes calling and I start to wonder what anyone writes about in January. Well, last year I know I wrote about running 50 miles in 9 hours on a hilly course with sub-zero wiindchills - no worries about repeats here!
For those who haven't heard, a 50K is planned on Nov. 1st at Murphy-Hanrehan Park and a lot of people will be doing it and then going to the UMTR awards fest (I love that Wynn Davis can't say "awards fest" without laughing). I may be handing myself a trophy, which would be awkward even with two good hands. As the run's the day after Halloween, there might be a costume or two out there...
About the hand
After trying to be a tough guy and running a 100 miler with a broken bone, I nearly abandoned the persona to get a manicure. You can't very easily cut your nails with just one hand! Yesterday, I mowed my lawn; to start the engine, I had to hold the kill switch with my back, while pulling the cord with my left hand, facing the wrong way (where did I put the vice grips, anyway?)
It's getting better. I have no strength in that arm, but I'll be okay in a few weeks.
Tuesday was the monthly UMTR meeting. Every time we have one, I think I have nothing to contribute and then I say something that actually is a good idea. One good idea a month sounds about right for me.
I feel the same way about most meetings. I went to the AuSM last month, thinking I never have anything to say that'll help someone with autism and had a guy say, "You really helped me last month. Thanks." The next meeting's in a week and I'm still debating whether or not to go.
Another neighbor was robbed yesterday. That's pretty much all of us now. I saw on the local TV news that there's a neighborhood with a robbery problem - it wasn't mine. Crime's only news when it doesn't happen all the time. Still, it's a fantastic neighborhood. Just needs a coffee shop (Starbucks must've goofed somewhere).
The original plan was to run at the training pace I wanted to be at next year and build mileage. Well, that lasted exactly 3 days. On the third day, I ran 4 miles and hit a new maximum heart rate of 182.
That was worrisome enough that I decided to go long and slow until I had a base (oh I can't even write this cr__. C'mon, it's me we're talking about here). Saturday, I managed 12 miles with 6 in 45 minutes before I slowed to a walk. Sunday, I was going to run 4 hours and managed 2, some with Al Holtz, some with Barb. Monday, I planned 1:45 with 3 miles hard and managed 1 mile in 6:17 and collapsed 75 minutes in. Wednesday, I wanted to do some fast work and managed two half-miles in 2:53-2:54 before calling it a day.
The past few days have been about half an hour, slow.
"I can't run. I keep falling. I suck. I'm a sucky weak slow fat runner." - from Julie Berg's description of last year's Ice Age, where she broke 10 hours. Lord, where does that put me?
Maybe, if I have a good day at FANS next June, I'll think about the Ultracentric...
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