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Wednesday Sep 24, 2008 #
nautilus 40:00 [1]
Last night's run really zapped me -- lots of lower GI distress plus sore hip plus dehydration plus didn't sleep well. Better today. Have a late afternoon run scheduled with Phil, probably not such a smart thing to do....
Note
It's good to see that at least one company in Corporate America has recognized the need for us to HTFU and is doing something about it. Wonder if we can get Nothing But Tears as a sponsor.
trail running 49:38 [3] 5.2 mi (9:33 / mi)
Pocumtuck Ridge trail with Phil, sort of. He ran most of the way out/up about 20-30 yards ahead of me, trying to send the message (I assume) that I should pick the pace up, sort like the guy who drives very close behind you to send the message that you are driving too slowly, and all he accomplishes is pissing you off.
But I tried. Not to run faster, because I was running as fast as I cared to given a tight hamstring that I didn't want to do any damage to by running aggressively. Rather, tried not to get pissed off, though at some point I was grading his antisocial behavior on a scale of 1 to 10 and he was very close to double digits.
But things pass. And at the turn-around point he waited and we ran part of the way back together, until he could no longer keep the brakes on and was soon out of sight. But by then I was feeling more mellow and just glad that the run was about over and done with. And glad for the company, sporadic as it might have been, it certainly got me out the door.
26:02 out/up, perfectly respectable time, 23:36 back/down, slow.
Legs are sore but not terrible, gut is recovering. the G was at a temporary low of 135, got my monthly credit-card statement and we seem to have caught the short-term low in the Estonian kroon just right (not a big deal, but everything helps), well, life could be a lot worse.
But I tried. Not to run faster, because I was running as fast as I cared to given a tight hamstring that I didn't want to do any damage to by running aggressively. Rather, tried not to get pissed off, though at some point I was grading his antisocial behavior on a scale of 1 to 10 and he was very close to double digits.
But things pass. And at the turn-around point he waited and we ran part of the way back together, until he could no longer keep the brakes on and was soon out of sight. But by then I was feeling more mellow and just glad that the run was about over and done with. And glad for the company, sporadic as it might have been, it certainly got me out the door.
26:02 out/up, perfectly respectable time, 23:36 back/down, slow.
Legs are sore but not terrible, gut is recovering. the G was at a temporary low of 135, got my monthly credit-card statement and we seem to have caught the short-term low in the Estonian kroon just right (not a big deal, but everything helps), well, life could be a lot worse.