There's a rumor I'm secretly training hard and not telling anyone about it. As much as that sounds like me, it just isn't true. I did run yesterday, so I finally have something to say.
10 miles, indoors at Metrodome, 84 minutes. Even with three knee problems, I didn't have any pain running on the slippery concrete (if you've never run there: wear cheap socks - you'll ruin whatever you wear, if you run like I do). I was bored and a little lonely, so I figured I'd see someone I knew there. For about twenty minutes, I was that needy clingy guy and then it was out of my system and I ran. The Dome is a who's who of masters runners (men only, for some reason) and I quickly learned just how out of shape I am. What was I thinking, running with Dave Tappe? I wasn't even in shape to run with Kirt Goetzke, who I used to race every weekend on a fairly level playing field. I ran on my own most of the evening.
So, I guess I can run on a perfectly flat surface, if not terribly far or fast - that 10 miles felt like a race, not a training run. No hills to challenge the knee. No terrain to twist an ankle.
Everyone there was asking if I was running the Winter Carnival 1/2 marathon or another upcoming race I'd never heard about. I said the next "real" race was the Arrowhead 135. They gave me the same look I used to give guys when they'd mention races like that. I guess I've gone over to the dark side.
[For the record, that's 14 miles total since Surf the Murph]
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