run, fo'est, run

I had one of these moments running down a hill for a long time, and I just kept going and I was having the time of my (running) life. Next day I had shinsplints for like a month.

Long run

S and I ran 19.5 miles
today.

At mile 15-ish a big
deer fly was buzzing his
head. He had a cramp and
it was getting hot. I wasn’t
helping because I was feeling
really good.

“Damn it,” he barked,
swinging at the pesky fly
and his wedding ring flies
off his finger, bink-bounces
and disappears into the high
grass on the side of the road.

We look at each other.

“Oh, crap!”
“Oh, shit!“

We start by marking off
ten feet of fence so we don’t over
search. We look in the high grass;
we look in the short stuff by the
road.

We give up, and get ready to finish
the run; sunlight sparkles off white
gold – I’m looking right at it, I’m
afraid to move. I point.

We finish the run in good spirits

19.5 miles
24ounces Perpetuem
48ounces water

03:35.00

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This evening
with my buddy, S
before dark.

He was talking clam
chowder all run.

_I’m so hungry for
dinner_

Should’ve left
my earplugs in
after swimming.

6.2 miles
24ounces HEED/Hgel

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I bought a pair
of Brooks Burn 2

They sucked. So, I
decided to do some
modifying.

They have obnoxious
lateral arch pods, which
in my opinion, make you
pronate if you’re neutral.

...so,

I cut them off.

Shoes work great now!

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Training report

0525 I slapped the alarm
off groaning. I fell
asleep at 0200.

Stiff-kneed it over
to my running kit,
put on my Brooks
trainers and staggered
outside into chicken
world. Or bird world;
maybe the same thing,
I guess.

Anyway, birds and chickens
were making a gihugic
amount of noise. I felt
like constructing a feline
tosser: magazine full of
cat ammo, curled up and
pre-pounce ready, sight
the noisiest birds,
depress the trigger…

I’m not an early, early
riser.

I meet up with S, with looks
well rested (the bastard) and
we start running. After 10 miles
I feel better. At 13 miles I
feel great. We run 15.5 in
2 hours.

I’m ready for a nap now.

Zzzzzzz…

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10K run

I stripped out of
my wetsuit just as
running buddy, S
knocked on the door.

“_Feels like a race
transistion!”_ I yelled.
I ran out with wet shorts,
no shirt, a visor and a
bottle of fuel.

We ran easyquick, talking.
I was still pumped from
the swim. I yapped his ear off
about the wonders of salt
water. We run by brother
S’s house, and he comes
running out with Azalea
the Wonder Triathlete Dog.

They run a mile with us.

My island: no volcanoes;
just really fit dogs.

6.4 miles.

00:45.something

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San Juan Island
13.1 mile

01:28.27PR

4th overall

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2 mile run with
dog buddy.

4 miles alone

2 mile hike on
trail.

Ready to bike
tomorrow.

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7.0 miles easy.

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4.5 mile run

It was hard.

Tired.

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