Just like those lovable characters from the 70's sitcom, tonight's run was just like that de-luxe apartment in the sky. Maybe not so much George but a whole lotta Wheezy!
I don't know if it was the lower temperatures, pollen, or age, but tonight was a very difficult start. Muscles and joints are usually sore, but that's normal. My lungs felt like I was trying to breathe peanut butter. I think it was a combination of cooler temps and the fact that I've only run 2 out of the last 4 days . Not a best effort week for this WG. I hope to do better through the weekend so Sunday evening isn't and painful and difficult as it normally is.
However, MBG (My Baby Girl) told me that she wanted to do some speed training with me this Saturday. ...wait...what?? Speed training?? Uhhh, ummm, what? I'm not sure what this new level of hell this is going to turn into but I can only imagine. She's told me about some of the different drills that her cross country coach does with their team. Which is obviously good for the kids and their training...but is it going to be smart for this fat man to do? I know I'm still on this side of 40 (unlike Mama Yaya), but as My Woman keeps reminding me, I'm knocking on the door! In my younger days I was a pretty fast kid. At one point I was the fastest kid in my school! (this of course was only after two kids in the class above me graduated to Junior High, couldn't stand those guys). My athletic prowess as a 5th grader, was the stuff of legend, my accomplishments on the intramural football field as a 6th grade Tony Dorsett, are still talked about in the halls of my old grade school. Of course much of that was thanks to 6th grade teacher Mr. Z! Probably my biggest fan next to my dad (and I wasnt even one of his students!). But speed training with a 13 year old?? I'm 3 times her age! ...holy crap, i just did that math for the first time. Talk about a cold reality slap.
Anyway, outside of the lung trouble, the only other excitement was another near-miss with one of our foul smelling citizens. Little rat was right on the shoulder of the road that I was running on. Thank God I happened to look up from the blacktop to see him. I stopped immediately and waited for his move. As he waddled his way towards center-line I thought, "if he just gets to the culvert on the other side I could blow by him"! You know, with all my speed, remember? And I didn't want to turn around to run the other direction and ruin my pace and momentum! Anyway, he waddled his putrid self over to the other ditch (only after sniffing some road kill in the other lane and picked up a piece in his mouth, no wonder they stink so bad) and slowly disappeared into the culvert. He stopped and hissed at me at one point during his journey to the ditch. Probably couldve dropped some ninja death kicks on his furry butt with my lightning quickness before he reached the other side...but thought I'd better play it safe and just continue my run.
*#$#@#! cost me at least a full 45 seconds on my time. I need to check and see if its legal to run while packing heat in our little town. I guess I havent been stopped or arrested with the two guns I already carry... Watch out Mr. LePew!
4.21 miles, 47:50
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