Today, 11 miles, alone (well Ollie was there somewhere... in the woods, stalking innocent woodland creatures). So here is the conundrum. I deserve a drink tonight. Alas, only enought vodka for one vodka tonic. Should I make it for myself? Or my wife? I got it... persuade her she wants a beer. "Hey Leigh, you want a Peroni? Nice and cold.... been in the fridge all day?" "No thanks" she says. Cool I'm in, she doesn't want a drink tonight. "I'll take a VT, please." She calls down from upstairs a minute later. Damn her.
Isn't she great? No really. She then says, "there is more vodka in the pantry." Score.
So despite not keeping up with my blogging, I've been keeping up with my training. Last week I ran 2 of my three short runs and then 10 miles on Sunday. This week i really pushed a 4.5 mile run (ended with a huge hill.. okay i didn't make it to the top, but isn't it better to slowly approach the top of the hill? That way you don't rush the beautiful vista.) and a 5k. Then today i ran 11 miles.
What did I learn? That is is way easier to run 10 miles while listening to your friend bullshit for an hour and a half on various topics like: "This is how bad a movie Avatar is..."; and "I'm on a paleo-diet, focusing on nuts and berries and lean meats..."; and the always entertaining "There are a lot of commonalities between the 17th century pirates and and today's Church of Latter Day Saints*"
God bless John Dag for coming down and running with me and keeping my mind off all the pain I was in. Without his trenchant perspective on 21st century social proclivities and the latest fad in fitness, i would be stuck counting the number of paces until the next turn.... which is what i did during today's run.
John please come back in 2 weeks when I have to run 13 miles.
*I may have made that last topic up.
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