The Basset Hounds of my life are finally behind me. Haven't seen that spooky white van in ages. Training for another marathon seems useless without something to be paranoid about. I successfully achieved my goal, but now there is no motivator, no instigator...no Basset Hound! What is a girl to do?
I have been running since the Marathon. Did the Fit to Lead 5K last Saturday. It seems that I am a slow runner in cold weather too. I think it's all the molecules in my thighs and hips. Upon acclimatizing to the colder temperature, they become rigid, stiff. They condense into these massive, abnormally-shaped blocks of dry ice. I use this analogy because with all the rubbing these legs were doing in the brisk morning air, I know I left a trail of smoke for the 5K walkers to follow. And as cold as it was, I'm sure I could have transported an organ or limb inside my tights, all the way to the hospital. Maybe I simply lost the hound in the smoke-screen trail or my stalker wasn't crazy like me to be up and out on a cold Saturday morning. Oh, well.
But as we all know, I do this not for the glory or a PR. I do it for the food. And they had some good grub. Pizza, cookies, fudge, Chik Fillet (sp?). Congrats to Mr. Shumate and Ms. Kossman for oustanding performances. I will have to wait until I am 50 before I start seriously competing. Right now there are too many active 30 - 34 yr olds in the metro area. So, for now, I'll just rely on the glow of my heat-sync thighs to lead me forward and the smoke-screen to confuse the competition in the rear, so I can get a better lead.
On a different note, I like some others, plan to venture out and try another marathon. Unlike T'Knesha, however; I do not plan to do 50 marathons by the time I'm 50. (Go, girl! More power to ya.) I do have a small list of marathons I would like to complete before I die. ('By the time I'm 50' seems so urgent to me.) I am gunning for the Marine Corps Marathon next year. Cool weather, sites, and who could forget... A Few Good Men, thank you. I'm a sucker for high and tights. (That's haircuts, you dirty girls!) And how can you resist the uniform? 8 years and it never gets old. Anyhoo...until then, I'll be doing small races here and there. Hopefully I'll develop a complex about something so it will keep me motivated to train. Training is no fun with it being a soap opera, right?
I'd like to thank my fellow Rockettes, Lisa and Hallie, for a much needed talk and more laughs than I have had in quite some time. I enjoyed our run/walk this morning. For anyone who wants to join me, I plan on doing a long (short) run on Saturday at the Rez. From the Y to the boatlaunch and back. You'll have to bring your own water, though. Start is 8 am. Be there or...don't be there, your pick. No pressure.
Take care everyone. Be safe and keep those smoke-screens to a mininmum this winter! Don't want to cause a pile-up, folks.
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Awww, Mitch, I didn't read your post til this morning. Sort of wanted to run on Saturday but didn't want to do the 15K and too lazy to meet Sally at 6 am. I would have met you! Maybe another Saturday morning. Was fun getting to see you in Flowood. And, yes, tis nice that there are some competitive perks for getting into your gray hair, wrinkle faced years!
So glad you're back writing. I missed you. My son has another detention on Tuesday, but I hope to maybe run with you guys about halfway and turn back so I can get home on time. I've got to see if the old knee is going to work.
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