Go, you chicken fat, go away!

It was nice and overcast.  I thought I was feeling better, so I tried to run faster.  But it was still incredibly slow.  Sigh.

It was about 8:30am when I got out.  It was 88º, so not as warm as it has been.  But it was sweaty out.  I wasn't sweaty.  IT was.

I went to bed early last night so that I could get up early and run.  The problem was, I woke up at 3:30am.  Knowing that was too early, I tried to go back to sleep.  I tried everything!  But I couldn't.  I went running at 6:30am.  Later I had a Ragnar clinic to go to at REI.  So it ended up being a long day.

I finally got out the door at 10:00am.  It was 96º in the shade.  So I did something I usually don't do.  I carried a bottle of water with me.  I was feeling pretty stiff and sore, and I was wheezing.  But once I got on the Floodway trail, I tried picking up the pace.  I was like, "Holy crud.  Is this as fast as I can run now?"  It's pretty sad.  Anyway, I stopped after a mile and took a drink.  After that I felt more loose and was able to pick up the pace even more, although it was still incredibly slow.

I've been crazy busy at work.  I've been meaning to get out and run, but it never happened.  I finally bit the bullet this morning and got out the door at 6am.  It was nice running in the shade for most of the way.  I saw one bunny.
 

21.2 mile bike ride.

I didn't get out the door 'til almost 9am.  It was already 90°.  I had to beat the eclipse.

I need to stop eating dessert.  But I felt all right and I got out early.  I was supposed to go bike riding with my brother-in-law, but he went without me.  Guess who will be going to taco Tuesday without him.

I went to bed fairly early last night.  I fell asleep with Emily watching Trolls.  Around 3:30am I realized the little cement mixer was no longer with us.  I got up to check her room and found her in the middle of the hallway with a blanket.  So I put her back in her own bed and couldn't get back to sleep.  I was planning on going on a bike ride with my BIL, Curtis at 6am.  We went 9.6 miles.  The first half was slightly downhill so we were really cruising.  The way back was slightly uphill and we slowed down quite a bit.  Because we did so few miles, I decided to get a little run in.  However, my legs tightened up and I questioned whether or not I should actually go.  I decided to be a tough guy and do it.  I felt so slow.  But in reality, I don't think I was that much slower than my normal pace as of late.  It just felt slow because my legs were tired.  Going to the Foreigner/Cheap Trick concert tonight.  I'll probably fall asleep.

14.2 miles on the bicycle.  I started about quarter to 11.  It was a little bit hot.

Some of you know that I'm addicted to Words with Friends.  I love it.  If I could make a living off of playing it, I would.  Within the last 6 months I've learned that you no longer have to pay for using the Word Strength Meter.  The Word Strength Meter lets you know if you're playing the best possible word.  For example, if I put the word LIGER on the board (it's a real word) and it shows me that I could gain 30 points by playing it and then I press the WSM button and the meter only goes half way up, I know that somewhere with my letters I can spell a 60 point word.  So my weekly word average has gone up from around 27 points per word per week to around 33.  Anyway, for the last 30 hours I knew I had a real good word in one of my games, but I couldn't figure it out.  Of course, I could use an on-line word generator, but that would be cheating.  So, I was thinking about my letters during my run, and I thought NOMITIVE.  I'll bet that's it.  So I stopped and tried it, but it didn't work.  I was disappointed.  But I decided to try MONITIVE before I continued with my run.  Eureka!  83 points!  Now I can continue on my day without worrying about what word to play.  Until it's my turn again.

Another brick workout.  I got up at 4:45am and left to go on a ride with Curtis and Kenny at 5:30am.  We headed due east, which is good because it's uphill.  After about 3.5 miles Curtis told us to go on without him because his knee was hurting.  We rode to mile 4 and waited for him.  He said we didn't have to wait for him, so he turned around and we went north for another half mile.  Then we turned around and tried to catch him.  With half a mile to go, Kenny caught him, but I was just a tad behind and got caught at the traffic light.  Since I went less than 10 miles again, I decided to go on a small run.  Wow, my legs felt heavy.  But I need to get in shape because my wife and I are doing the Heroes Run on 9/11.