I did it!! I finished the half marathon on Sunday. It was a great race through Boston and Cambridge! It's called a "Run to a Remember", as it honors law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty. Well the for me it will always be a run I remember. It was really well organized and the people, all 7,000 of them were great to be around.
When the M.C. said "Let's get ready to rumble" before the race, the place exploded with noise and the gun went off. At this point I didn't know how it was going to go. I still wasn't breathing right and honestly thought I would only make it a couple of miles before quitting. The first mile was a blast, one big swarm of people it was hard to think about anything, I was just taking it all in. Around mile 2 I started getting really concerned about my breathing, I couldn't find a rhythm. At mile 4 my lungs seemed to open up and I felt much better. By mile 6 I wasn't thinking about my breathing at all. A weird thing happened between miles 8 and 9, I got an energy blast and really picked up my pace and starting passing the pack of people I had been running with for the last few miles. When I hit mile 10 I was elated, that was a career high for me and I felt so strong I knew I would finish. Honestly, the last three miles were a walk in the park. I sprinted the last 50 yards to the finish line with a ton of people cheering me on. It was incredible!! This race was definitely the best athletic experience of my life, my greatest athletic achievement!!
My brother, his wife and my sister all came out to see me at several points during the race. I can't explain how much that meant to me, and how good it was to see a familiar face as I ran along! Thank you guys a ton!!
I finished in 2:30:49, just as I predicted. I'm really pleased with that time. I drank way too much water before the race and had to pee three times during the race. This cost me about 12 minutes waiting at the portable bathrooms. Besides, I was in the ER 48 hours earlier, so time was never a concern of mine.
I felt great at the finish, legs were a little tight yesterday, but back to normal today. I'm completely hooked. I'm looking for another race to run soon. I cant wait to go at it again. I've got the runners bug...ross
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
A Crazy Few Days
Hey, i going to be quick here because I don't have much time but I need to fill you in on what's been going on. I ran six miles on Tuesday, nothing major to report. Pretty normal run, actually my quickest six ever but I'm not running against the clock so I could give a shit. That's where normal ended for me this week.
After work Thursday I blew off a 3 mile run I had planned. I just didn't feel right, at the time I wasn't sure what was up I just knew I had nothing to give so I blew it off. I came home did some work around the house and put in all of my air conditioners. Well a couple of hours later I was really having a hard time breathing. My asthma kicked in, to much pollen in the air. I sucked it up through the night but went right to the emergency room first thing Friday morning. When I arrived I was working on 50% lung capacity, pretty bad shape.
The timing of this couldn't have been worse because I was planning a little surprise for you folks this Sunday. I planned to run a half Marathon in Boston, all 13.1 miles just for the hell of it.
So here I am, A day after the hospital visit, a day before the race. Oh what to do? The doctors did a great job with me, steroids, nebulizer treatments, oxygen and a few other gizmos. The had me breathing better pretty quick.I told them abut the race, they said if I carried my inhaler and promised to stop if i was having an issue than they would support it. The problem is, I am still nowhere close to normal, my breathing meter has me about 80%, my eyes are on fire and I don't have a ton of energy. My allergies are fucking killing me and this isn't a 3 mile race, it would be a career high 13 miles.
So, this is what I know, I have denied having asthma forever, I don't use it as an excuse, refuse to let it stop me from doing anything. I smoke sometimes just to fuck with it. I can't let it stop me. So tomorrow at 8:15 I'm going for it, I'll give it my all, I may not finish but I'm going to wear my big boy pants and go for it. I'll keep you posted...
Note to Beast: Is this the best you can come up with to stop me, an asthma attack before race day? You're so pathetic you make me laugh. Listen big boy, next time you better come up with something a little harsher!! It's going to take a lot to keep me from kicking your silly ass!!
After work Thursday I blew off a 3 mile run I had planned. I just didn't feel right, at the time I wasn't sure what was up I just knew I had nothing to give so I blew it off. I came home did some work around the house and put in all of my air conditioners. Well a couple of hours later I was really having a hard time breathing. My asthma kicked in, to much pollen in the air. I sucked it up through the night but went right to the emergency room first thing Friday morning. When I arrived I was working on 50% lung capacity, pretty bad shape.
The timing of this couldn't have been worse because I was planning a little surprise for you folks this Sunday. I planned to run a half Marathon in Boston, all 13.1 miles just for the hell of it.
So here I am, A day after the hospital visit, a day before the race. Oh what to do? The doctors did a great job with me, steroids, nebulizer treatments, oxygen and a few other gizmos. The had me breathing better pretty quick.I told them abut the race, they said if I carried my inhaler and promised to stop if i was having an issue than they would support it. The problem is, I am still nowhere close to normal, my breathing meter has me about 80%, my eyes are on fire and I don't have a ton of energy. My allergies are fucking killing me and this isn't a 3 mile race, it would be a career high 13 miles.
So, this is what I know, I have denied having asthma forever, I don't use it as an excuse, refuse to let it stop me from doing anything. I smoke sometimes just to fuck with it. I can't let it stop me. So tomorrow at 8:15 I'm going for it, I'll give it my all, I may not finish but I'm going to wear my big boy pants and go for it. I'll keep you posted...
Note to Beast: Is this the best you can come up with to stop me, an asthma attack before race day? You're so pathetic you make me laugh. Listen big boy, next time you better come up with something a little harsher!! It's going to take a lot to keep me from kicking your silly ass!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
How many beers do you drink a week?
I had a physical last week just to get clearance to run from my doctor. Everything went real well and he said that statistically I'm a low risk candidate for anything catastrophic to happen while running the marathon. Low risk, what the hell does that mean? That scared me a bit.
Before I left the doctor asked me "how many beers do you drink in a week?". After 12 years of medical school this is the best he can come up with. The conversation went something like this:
Doc: How many beers do you drink a week?
Dave: What week?
Doc: I mean the average per week
Dave: Ya see Doc that's a real tough question to answer. I don't have a lot of average weeks. I have weeks that a real shitty and that's when I drink nightly, usually 2-4 beers a night, unless of course its a weekend then it could be 10-12. Now if it's a weekend of a shitty week during the hot summer, I could pop off 18-24 if I start early enough in the day. Now if it's a good week I may not drink at all, even on the weekend. If I do drink during a good week it's usually only on one night for one or two beers, unless I'm watching the Sox or Pats, then it could be 6 or 7 during the game. If I'm on vacation during a good week, I might be around 15-18, unless of course the kid's are with us, then I usually only have one beer at dinner.
Doc: Um okay, well keep an eye on that!
Before I left the doctor asked me "how many beers do you drink in a week?". After 12 years of medical school this is the best he can come up with. The conversation went something like this:
Doc: How many beers do you drink a week?
Dave: What week?
Doc: I mean the average per week
Dave: Ya see Doc that's a real tough question to answer. I don't have a lot of average weeks. I have weeks that a real shitty and that's when I drink nightly, usually 2-4 beers a night, unless of course its a weekend then it could be 10-12. Now if it's a weekend of a shitty week during the hot summer, I could pop off 18-24 if I start early enough in the day. Now if it's a good week I may not drink at all, even on the weekend. If I do drink during a good week it's usually only on one night for one or two beers, unless I'm watching the Sox or Pats, then it could be 6 or 7 during the game. If I'm on vacation during a good week, I might be around 15-18, unless of course the kid's are with us, then I usually only have one beer at dinner.
Doc: Um okay, well keep an eye on that!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Rain King
It's been raining for days again. Seems like April all over again. I played tennis last night (up late again) and hoop at lunch today so there really was no reason for me to go for a run after work today. But then the beast spoke "Hike up your skirt and show your world to me" (Dave Matthews-Crash) he said. 43 degrees and raining, but I had to prove to myself that I could run in this shit. The marathon is in November, it's entirely fucking possible that it will be 43 and raining on race day. So off I went to Mine Falls.
I was the only one on the trail today. I didn't see a soul during my 3 mile trek. I was the best runner on the course, the only person in Nashua with the stones to run in this shit!! It was absolutely one of the best experiences so far, alone in the rain, in the mud just knowing that I was the Rain King!! I ran fast, I ran slow and even ran a bit backwards (yes, I really did run backwards for a bit). It didn't matter what I did, I was the only one there. I yelled, screamed and sang my ass off with the rain dripping off my lid. I would have stayed all fucking night and just kept running, it was that good. I only had time for 3 miles today, but I cant wait to run further in the rain. It is such a good feeling, I can't explain it!! Well that's all for now, thanks for checking in..Ross
Song of the Day- What else?? "Rain King" by the Counting Crows, check out this lyric..
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying
I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
I was the only one on the trail today. I didn't see a soul during my 3 mile trek. I was the best runner on the course, the only person in Nashua with the stones to run in this shit!! It was absolutely one of the best experiences so far, alone in the rain, in the mud just knowing that I was the Rain King!! I ran fast, I ran slow and even ran a bit backwards (yes, I really did run backwards for a bit). It didn't matter what I did, I was the only one there. I yelled, screamed and sang my ass off with the rain dripping off my lid. I would have stayed all fucking night and just kept running, it was that good. I only had time for 3 miles today, but I cant wait to run further in the rain. It is such a good feeling, I can't explain it!! Well that's all for now, thanks for checking in..Ross
Song of the Day- What else?? "Rain King" by the Counting Crows, check out this lyric..
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying
I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
Monday, May 14, 2007
Recovery Run
I went for a 3 mile recovery run after work today. The first mile was brutal, legs didn't feel so good. The last mile was really good though, the legs seemed to get loose and I felt pretty good. I couldn't help but think about the difference in the mindset needed for different distances. I can get through a short run thinking of nothing else but the sports page. I need a lot more focus for the longer runs. Anyway I'm starting to really enjoy this. I lost a couple of more pounds so right now I feel like I'm in a good place physically and mentally..tnx for reading - Til next time dave
8 Miles of Clarity
I went for a run in Saugus yesterday. I ran 8 miles with a healthy dose of hills. It felt so good to be out there. I started off with a cluttered mind and by then end I was relaxed and clear headed. I ran a good time for me, 10:50 min/mile. That's a good clip for me especially doing that distance.
I had a little help while I was out there. I ordered some gear online and I got to try it out. I got a belt that holds two water bottles, this thing is going to be a savior on long runs. I also had an energy gel called "goo", Sean recommended it. I couldn't really tell if it helped but I know it didn't hurt. The last thing I used was this stuff called body glide to prevent chaffing. I had a pretty bad episode of bloody nipples on my 9 mile run from the friction of my shirt. (Am I getting too personal here?). Body Glide worked great, no issues yesterday. I'd say all 3 purchases were worth it.
There is nothing like running through Saugus with great music. It was a perfect day and my music really helped me on the hills. During the run I decided to induct Alanis Morrisette into my own personal music Hall of Fame!! She sings with such energy and emotion it's incredible...that's all for now Ross
I had a little help while I was out there. I ordered some gear online and I got to try it out. I got a belt that holds two water bottles, this thing is going to be a savior on long runs. I also had an energy gel called "goo", Sean recommended it. I couldn't really tell if it helped but I know it didn't hurt. The last thing I used was this stuff called body glide to prevent chaffing. I had a pretty bad episode of bloody nipples on my 9 mile run from the friction of my shirt. (Am I getting too personal here?). Body Glide worked great, no issues yesterday. I'd say all 3 purchases were worth it.
There is nothing like running through Saugus with great music. It was a perfect day and my music really helped me on the hills. During the run I decided to induct Alanis Morrisette into my own personal music Hall of Fame!! She sings with such energy and emotion it's incredible...that's all for now Ross
Thursday, May 10, 2007
This ones for Bobby
I'm heading out tonight to my brother Bob's induction into the Suffolk University Hall of Fame. I'm so damn proud of him I can't explain it. I've learned so much from my brother over the years. We weren't always real close, when we were young he would root for the Yankees and beat the shit out of me for the remote control to the TV. But over the years we have become close, and he has always been there for me when I needed him.
Bob's getting inducted for his outstanding achievements on the tennis court. He is the best player I have ever been on the court with. Last year he whooped me 6-0, 6-0 in about 10 minutes. He did that on one leg. One of his knees is shot, he cant even move and he still hits balls I couldn't see. I think Bob could have been a hall of fame athlete in any sport he chose. He put so much effort into tennis it was mind boggling. If he had done the same with baseball, hoop or anything else I'm sure he would be just as successful. His determination to be the best and his competitive nature are amazing. Bob lives by "refuse to lose". If I played him in tic tac toe right now, he would be determined to beat me.
Growing up I always heard the little brother shit from all of my coaches. You know it goes like this -" Are you as good as your brother" or " you should have seen your brother play" or my personal favorite "I drafted you because I coached your brother". I never really let that stuff bother me and Bob was real good never to compare our success. I did use Bob as a sense of motivation and I always looked up to him. I followed him around to a lot of tournaments, keeping stats for him. I saw what it meant to play hard on every point
Bob, Congrats on the Hall, you deserve it. Thanks for everything!!
Bob's getting inducted for his outstanding achievements on the tennis court. He is the best player I have ever been on the court with. Last year he whooped me 6-0, 6-0 in about 10 minutes. He did that on one leg. One of his knees is shot, he cant even move and he still hits balls I couldn't see. I think Bob could have been a hall of fame athlete in any sport he chose. He put so much effort into tennis it was mind boggling. If he had done the same with baseball, hoop or anything else I'm sure he would be just as successful. His determination to be the best and his competitive nature are amazing. Bob lives by "refuse to lose". If I played him in tic tac toe right now, he would be determined to beat me.
Growing up I always heard the little brother shit from all of my coaches. You know it goes like this -" Are you as good as your brother" or " you should have seen your brother play" or my personal favorite "I drafted you because I coached your brother". I never really let that stuff bother me and Bob was real good never to compare our success. I did use Bob as a sense of motivation and I always looked up to him. I followed him around to a lot of tournaments, keeping stats for him. I saw what it meant to play hard on every point
Bob, Congrats on the Hall, you deserve it. Thanks for everything!!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
The 7 P's
I ran Mine Falls again yesterday. I felt a lot better than I did on Friday. There was nothing happening, no real effort or emotion on this run. It was only a three mile run so it doesn't feel like a big deal. But I was looking at my training program today that starts July 1st. Between July 1st and race day, I need to put in 465 miles and many of them will be put in via a 3 or 4 mile run. After reading that I have a greater appreciation for these mindless 3 mile runs. These are the runs which will build my base allowing me the strength to go further. They will also be the recovery runs as I get deep into my training.
I've been thinking about this marathon a lot lately, a real fucking lot. The only way to do this is with dedicated training. That leads me to the 7 P's of life-Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. If I train right I won't have any issues. The 7 P's has always worked for me, it truly is what brought my career to where I am now. I know it will work for the marathon too.
I talked to my brother Bobby today about this journey. He's concerned about my age and weight. Bob was 29 when he ran his marathon and weighed 150. I'll be 37 and weighing 185. He wasn't negative, he was honest and there is a big difference between the two. I appreciate his honesty. Here is what I think about the situation, there are reasons and there are excuses. Age and weight are excuses for not finishing the race, being struck by lightning at mile 15 is a reason to not finish. One you can control, one you can't. If I train my damn ass off and toe the line at 185, I'm going to finish this fucking race, Enough said!! It's time to get excited about training, and the includes these piddle ass 3 mile runs..til next time..d
I've been thinking about this marathon a lot lately, a real fucking lot. The only way to do this is with dedicated training. That leads me to the 7 P's of life-Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. If I train right I won't have any issues. The 7 P's has always worked for me, it truly is what brought my career to where I am now. I know it will work for the marathon too.
I talked to my brother Bobby today about this journey. He's concerned about my age and weight. Bob was 29 when he ran his marathon and weighed 150. I'll be 37 and weighing 185. He wasn't negative, he was honest and there is a big difference between the two. I appreciate his honesty. Here is what I think about the situation, there are reasons and there are excuses. Age and weight are excuses for not finishing the race, being struck by lightning at mile 15 is a reason to not finish. One you can control, one you can't. If I train my damn ass off and toe the line at 185, I'm going to finish this fucking race, Enough said!! It's time to get excited about training, and the includes these piddle ass 3 mile runs..til next time..d
Monday, May 7, 2007
Note from Ken
One of the best things about this whole journey is sharing stories with my teammates Bib and Ken. We have always stayed in touch, but now we are definitely talking much more frequently which is great. It's also nice to know that I'm not the only having some bad training days. Here is an email I got from Ken.
Hey Ross,
I read your blog about running in the rain. I will keep that in mind for the future. However, you left out one important reminder for us Florida residents. Fucking lightning!!! I was running the other night - a 3 mile jaunt - when about 1/3 of a mile from my house - CRACK!! BOOM!!! Holy shit. I put it into high gear and started to sprint. Three more lightning cracks with loud thunder following quickly. They say lightning is as far away as the seconds it takes for you to hear the thunder. The first one was maybe 1/2 second. I nearly crapped my pants. I sprinted and then dry heaved about 100 yards from my house. As I got to my driveway my wife was getting into her car to go looking for me. I wanted to work on my speed but not like that. The worst part - it didn't even rain on me. That is how it works here in Florida - rain 1/4 mile away but none where you are - wild!
Hey Ross,
I read your blog about running in the rain. I will keep that in mind for the future. However, you left out one important reminder for us Florida residents. Fucking lightning!!! I was running the other night - a 3 mile jaunt - when about 1/3 of a mile from my house - CRACK!! BOOM!!! Holy shit. I put it into high gear and started to sprint. Three more lightning cracks with loud thunder following quickly. They say lightning is as far away as the seconds it takes for you to hear the thunder. The first one was maybe 1/2 second. I nearly crapped my pants. I sprinted and then dry heaved about 100 yards from my house. As I got to my driveway my wife was getting into her car to go looking for me. I wanted to work on my speed but not like that. The worst part - it didn't even rain on me. That is how it works here in Florida - rain 1/4 mile away but none where you are - wild!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
One on One with the Great One!!
I've been debating about writing this post for a few days. As much as I enjoying writing here, I try not to get to deep or personal. But I'm in one of my "what the fuck" moods so here goes.
When I run, all sorts of things come into my mind. Hopefully by the end of the run, they have all left and I have a clear mind. One of the things that keeps coming into my mind is my relationship with God. This has been a long twisted relationship for years. First it was pressured upon me as a youth, then I ran away from it as soon as I could. Back in my mid twenties I came back to God and got real religious for a couple of years. Then I ran away again. Well during a recent run I had a one sided conversation with the Big Guy (I guess when you are God you don't have to respond if you don't want to.) It centered around the famous Footsteps Poem. Here is the poem for anyone that hasn't heard it followed by some of my discussion with the Big Guy.
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936
God, Where are ya? I'm going through some shit lately, job stress, family stress, paying the bills and I definitely get the feeling I'm all alone in this. Don't give me that shit about this is the time you are carrying me either. If you are carrying me now, you have a totally twisted fucking sense of humor!!
What if you don't even exist! Wouldn't that be something! If you do exist why do little kids get cancer and good people die young yet Bin Laden still roams freely? Why do priest touch kids, now that's fucked up. I know I exist, for that matter other people know I exist too. I got ya beat there. Maybe I'm God and your just a squirrel in my world trying to get a nut!! If you do exist I'm not looking for a handout. I'd rather you spend your time fixing whats wrong it the world. The last time I went to church the priest said that unmarried couples living together were sinners and one of the major problems of our generation. Are you fucking kidding me?? Was that really your message?? Aren't there a shitload of other things to worry about??
So here it is, on November 4th, I'm running 26.2 miles with or without you. (the last 6 miles would be a good time to carry me) I have a lot of miles to put in before then and I'm sure we'll be talking again. One of these days maybe you'll step up to the plate and respond. Well, that's if you actually exist.
When I run, all sorts of things come into my mind. Hopefully by the end of the run, they have all left and I have a clear mind. One of the things that keeps coming into my mind is my relationship with God. This has been a long twisted relationship for years. First it was pressured upon me as a youth, then I ran away from it as soon as I could. Back in my mid twenties I came back to God and got real religious for a couple of years. Then I ran away again. Well during a recent run I had a one sided conversation with the Big Guy (I guess when you are God you don't have to respond if you don't want to.) It centered around the famous Footsteps Poem. Here is the poem for anyone that hasn't heard it followed by some of my discussion with the Big Guy.
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936
God, Where are ya? I'm going through some shit lately, job stress, family stress, paying the bills and I definitely get the feeling I'm all alone in this. Don't give me that shit about this is the time you are carrying me either. If you are carrying me now, you have a totally twisted fucking sense of humor!!
What if you don't even exist! Wouldn't that be something! If you do exist why do little kids get cancer and good people die young yet Bin Laden still roams freely? Why do priest touch kids, now that's fucked up. I know I exist, for that matter other people know I exist too. I got ya beat there. Maybe I'm God and your just a squirrel in my world trying to get a nut!! If you do exist I'm not looking for a handout. I'd rather you spend your time fixing whats wrong it the world. The last time I went to church the priest said that unmarried couples living together were sinners and one of the major problems of our generation. Are you fucking kidding me?? Was that really your message?? Aren't there a shitload of other things to worry about??
So here it is, on November 4th, I'm running 26.2 miles with or without you. (the last 6 miles would be a good time to carry me) I have a lot of miles to put in before then and I'm sure we'll be talking again. One of these days maybe you'll step up to the plate and respond. Well, that's if you actually exist.
3 miles of Hell !!
I ran Mine Falls yesterday. 1 loop around for three miles. It totally sucked. My whole lower body was killing. I was still feeling the soreness from my 9 mile run. I didn't take any time off after that, I played hoop on Wednesday and Thursday, and tennis on Thursday night. I was so unprepared for this run and it showed. My time was very slow and nothing felt right. The best thing I can say about this run is that it's over. If nothing else it will help burn a few calories. I've lost 20 pounds since Feb. 1 and now I need to lose another 20 in 6 months. I'm pretty sure I can do it. If I can toe the line at 185 my chances of success greatly increase...that's all for now Ross
P.S. This is a note to the two couples walking side by side on the trail yesterday forcing me to run through the bushes to pass you. God, I hope you read this some day. Here is a tip: the trail is not wide enough to walk four across for skinny people. Now take into account that your wives weighed a combined 5 fucking tons it is really not possible. Your wives are so fucking ugly you guys should be walking in the other direction. One of the ladies looked familiar but I still can't place where I have seen her before, maybe I just didn't recognize her without the apple in her mouth and the sweet and sour sauce running off her back. So here is a little warning, If I see you ignorant fucks there again taking up the whole trail, I'm going to play a little game..it's called cow tipping!!
P.S. This is a note to the two couples walking side by side on the trail yesterday forcing me to run through the bushes to pass you. God, I hope you read this some day. Here is a tip: the trail is not wide enough to walk four across for skinny people. Now take into account that your wives weighed a combined 5 fucking tons it is really not possible. Your wives are so fucking ugly you guys should be walking in the other direction. One of the ladies looked familiar but I still can't place where I have seen her before, maybe I just didn't recognize her without the apple in her mouth and the sweet and sour sauce running off her back. So here is a little warning, If I see you ignorant fucks there again taking up the whole trail, I'm going to play a little game..it's called cow tipping!!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
A conversation with the Beast
Yesterday I ran 9 miles around Mine Falls park. I felt unstoppable. It was outrageous, I was so unprepared. I hadn't eaten a thing all day, didn't drink anything except 5 cups of Dunkin Donuts coffee. I just felt so good from the get go, I just let it rip. I knew 10 minutes in that this run would be special. So there it was a career high 9 miler with no issues. The legs got a bit heavy at the end so I stopped. But condition wise, I had more in the tank, a lot more. I'm pretty pumped up right now. My goal was to run 9 by June 1st, so I'm a month ahead. According to my Hal Higdon schedule, I'm 8 weeks ahead, so I'm feeling very positive right now.
The last 3 miles yesterday were very entertaining. I had a conversation with the beast. I'll recap it the best I can- "Fuck You, I'm coming strong. I won't be denied. I'm going to train so damn hard that on race day, I will taunt you for 26 miles. I no longer fear you, I don't even respect you. You are fucking with a legend. I know your thinking to yourself that I'm a legend in my own mind, but so be it. Aren't you a beast in my own mind? I can't even fathom the concept of not destroying you. The Rossamania reunion tour is on, and I'm going to screw with you for 6 more months before I slay you."
I was out of my mind last night during those last 3 miles. I felt so good, It was my first Gump experience, a little runners high perhaps. For the first time, I really knew I could do this. Thanks for reading, remember Rossamania is running wild-catch it!!
The last 3 miles yesterday were very entertaining. I had a conversation with the beast. I'll recap it the best I can- "Fuck You, I'm coming strong. I won't be denied. I'm going to train so damn hard that on race day, I will taunt you for 26 miles. I no longer fear you, I don't even respect you. You are fucking with a legend. I know your thinking to yourself that I'm a legend in my own mind, but so be it. Aren't you a beast in my own mind? I can't even fathom the concept of not destroying you. The Rossamania reunion tour is on, and I'm going to screw with you for 6 more months before I slay you."
I was out of my mind last night during those last 3 miles. I felt so good, It was my first Gump experience, a little runners high perhaps. For the first time, I really knew I could do this. Thanks for reading, remember Rossamania is running wild-catch it!!
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