Week 3
Week 3 was a bit rough. After the race on Sunday, I got on a plane to Denver. After driving around in circles for a while, I finally found my hotel. Pretty nice place.
Monday was an off day so after class, I drove around laying out my running courses. I had to do 4 miles with Fartlek thrown in for good measure. I found a good course thru a neighborhood and another one straight up the side of a rather large hill. Just a note for anyone who doesn't know, Denver isn't known as the Mile High City because everyone smokes dope, it's base elevation is over 1 mile. High altitude is known for a few things, dry air and thin air. A real recipe for trouble to a low lander like me. However, our class instructor gave us a few tips on surviving the altitude so that helped a lot.
Tuesday was a beautiful day, the temp was about 65 when I got out of class and the sky was clear. As soon as i got out of class, I was off and running with 4 miles being my goal. The first mile wasn't bad although I was a lot more winded than I am used to but the second mile was mostly up hill. I struggled a bit but persevered and made the entire run without stopping, even managing to throw in a few high speed intervals. I grabbed a Subway sandwich and spent the rest of the evening watching Law and Order.
Wednesday saw a serious change in the weather but it was kind of drizzly so it was a wet cold instead of the bone breaking dry cold. I had noticed some joggers at lunch so managed to lay out a very nice 5 mile course with some spectacular views of the mountains. Only problem was having to wear a parka the whole time with the hood up. I gotta get me something better to wear on my head, that hood is a total PITA. I did the 5 with not much trouble although once again much more winded than usual.
Thursday was an uneventful 3 miles. I got back to Austin late Friday night.
Saturday was an easy 3 miles but Sunday was rough. I was scheduled for 8 miles but decided to run the 9 or so out to Cele again. I'm not sure what was wrong but it hurt a lot more than it has the last few weeks. Well, it might have been the dozen or so free donuts I ate while in Denver or it might have been that I just didn't feel like doing it. Add that to the fact that Saturday's jalapeno cheesburger decided it wanted to exit with at least three miles to go and you get the picture, just not a good time on this particular Sunday.
You know what, the measure of a man is not how he handles the good times, it how he handles the bad times. Even hurting and with an inpending intestinal emergency, I still chugged along and did my run.
Let's see how I do next week. Gotta remember to stay away from the jalap's a few days before a long run.
Monday was an off day so after class, I drove around laying out my running courses. I had to do 4 miles with Fartlek thrown in for good measure. I found a good course thru a neighborhood and another one straight up the side of a rather large hill. Just a note for anyone who doesn't know, Denver isn't known as the Mile High City because everyone smokes dope, it's base elevation is over 1 mile. High altitude is known for a few things, dry air and thin air. A real recipe for trouble to a low lander like me. However, our class instructor gave us a few tips on surviving the altitude so that helped a lot.
Tuesday was a beautiful day, the temp was about 65 when I got out of class and the sky was clear. As soon as i got out of class, I was off and running with 4 miles being my goal. The first mile wasn't bad although I was a lot more winded than I am used to but the second mile was mostly up hill. I struggled a bit but persevered and made the entire run without stopping, even managing to throw in a few high speed intervals. I grabbed a Subway sandwich and spent the rest of the evening watching Law and Order.
Wednesday saw a serious change in the weather but it was kind of drizzly so it was a wet cold instead of the bone breaking dry cold. I had noticed some joggers at lunch so managed to lay out a very nice 5 mile course with some spectacular views of the mountains. Only problem was having to wear a parka the whole time with the hood up. I gotta get me something better to wear on my head, that hood is a total PITA. I did the 5 with not much trouble although once again much more winded than usual.
Thursday was an uneventful 3 miles. I got back to Austin late Friday night.
Saturday was an easy 3 miles but Sunday was rough. I was scheduled for 8 miles but decided to run the 9 or so out to Cele again. I'm not sure what was wrong but it hurt a lot more than it has the last few weeks. Well, it might have been the dozen or so free donuts I ate while in Denver or it might have been that I just didn't feel like doing it. Add that to the fact that Saturday's jalapeno cheesburger decided it wanted to exit with at least three miles to go and you get the picture, just not a good time on this particular Sunday.
You know what, the measure of a man is not how he handles the good times, it how he handles the bad times. Even hurting and with an inpending intestinal emergency, I still chugged along and did my run.
Let's see how I do next week. Gotta remember to stay away from the jalap's a few days before a long run.
posted by Big Ed at 12:35 PM
4 Comments:
Man, just reading about it makes me tired.
Congrats on doing so well.
Reading that makes me want one of those jalapeno cheeseburgers!
I wish I could run, but y'know, it's like against the rules for cool kids to rush around all desperate like that, we're supposed to be maintaining a certain amount of nonchalance at all times.
Yah, I dunno, its sorta against the rules for cool kids to FOLLOW the rules, too, I'm not sure which one cancels the other out, but I'm playing it on the safe side fer now.
Actually Big Ed's thing makes me wanna go running, I actually used to be the second fastest kid at school, you'd find me chugging along like a sweaty little bulldog smoking a cigarette right behind the incredible gazelle-like dude from Kenya who was too fragile to play on the football team ahaha.
That guy really ran just like a gazelle man, swooshing through the air in huge deer-leaps, its like he didn't weigh anything, freakin' awesome.
Not me though, I had to do it all ugly with a gorilla's body, but I get the job done even if my heart was about to explode, thanks to all that training I had with the cops.
Nowadays I think my knees would shoot off like rubberbands if I tried to do anything like that, I can't even bend down without farting ahaha.
I guess that explains why it's called The Windy City.
Well I dunno 'bout that but it does explain why the wind smells like sausage ahaha.
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