Weekend got me stocked for a couple of runs on Monday equaling another 12M, as well as 1 hr of weight training and more elliptical at the gym. Barring in mind I haven't gone to lift for the full 4 weeks now, I should have been careful - eh, not. Went straight to where I left off, and after all those stupid "squats with body weight" my butt and my quads begged mercy.
Did they get it? I ran to work on Tuesday morning hobbling, and at night hooked up with Adrien to run Wildwood in Forest Park. Sheesh, he made me suffer! I am so out of shape, and have a completely different philosophy about my runs, a.k.a. start slow, fly second half. Well, may be for him that was slow...Most of my male training partners are much faster, but usually, since we've been running together for so long, I have no problem setting up the pace or letting them go for awhile and catching up for a run back. Somehow yesterday I felt guilty and kept working, what after 2 miles produced a red line in my HR and I finally kicked Adrien ahead. Despite been alone now I still moved rather too quickly for me and made it to the turn-around in fastest split ever. That actually set me off - I prefer to feel awesome when I come back (it's all about emotional high for me on the run). My legs were dead (and sore from Monday) the whole way, I swore to myself enough for a week, but with all that, the time was still fast to make me happy. Whew, may be should do it again? As long as he can stand "I hate you" every 200 yards:)
Then every Tuesday night Stephen and I have a standing dinner invitation at Monika's (PCT 50 co-RD) house, and it's always fun. At least Stephen can see what real kids are like and normal brotherly relationships.
Gotta put same miles for the rest of the week, and, faith has it, will do a Timberline marathon on Saturday, after what my Bear 100 decision should be finalized either way. I felt my hip pain during reverse leg press (single legged) and on that tempo run in Forest Park, but other than that doing OK. Little hunch this morning on my way to work. Let's see if I can handle 26 miles...
New pictures from Teton!
Beeing a baby
I layed my hands on Andy and he was afraid I'd give him kidney failure
Hans and Susan