Go, you chicken fat, go away!

As I walked out the door to run today, I realized I didn't have my glasses on.  That's what happens when you get out of a routine.  But then I thought, that's ok.  If someone sees me they might say, "Hey.  Is that Burt?  He looks kinda fat now.  No, that's not Burt.  Burt wears glasses."  Genius! 

There were a lot of people out this morning.  Walking dogs, riding bikes, jogging.  Nobody recognized me.  I did see a lady who comes to our church even though she's not a member.  She's there every Sunday with her kids who are members.  Her husband is a member, and he never comes.

I decided to run the Ragnar Trail McDowell Mountain.  I went to meet my team captain and empty my bill roll this morning at the Road Runner Sports 30th birthday celebration.  We ran 2.5 miles and tried to win prizes.  I won nothing.  Weird.  I always win.

I saw a very unflattering picture of myself on Facebook yesterday.  Seriously!  I know why I got to this point, but still, seriously?  Err!  Well, I guess I have some decisions to make.  I'm not sure unflattering pictures need to be the catalyst for making those decisions, but whatever it takes.  Anyway, a nice easy run again.  It didn't feel easy, but the pace was.  I probably need to do some sort of cardio workout in the afternoons, also.

I had kind of a headache this morning, and I really didn't want to get up.  Curse you, Oprah.  Thanks to Tara I've remembered to put Body Glide on the last two days.  I doubt I'm running hard enough or long enough to need it, but you can never be too safe.

I took Ginger with me this morning.  It's been a while for her.  She knew exactly what to do.  On the way home I let her drink from the magic water fountain.  By which I mean I took a swig and spit it in her mouth.

I took a slightly different route to the canal this morning.  I thought it would add some additional distance to my run.  Boy was I wrong.  I counted 5 walkers, two joggers, two dog walkers, and 4 bikers, one of which was Bishop.  This is a boring entry.  I've lost my touch.

I got up at 4:45am, but only because I was working at my computer last night and kept falling asleep.  So I got up early to finish my work and hoped I'd have enough time for a run.  I did get it done, and I wanted to run longer than what I did, but I didn't have time.  I was using the Endomondo App on my phone to track my mileage, but I kept hearing her tell me, "GPS connection lost."  "GPS connection restored."  It only got exactly two miles of my 2.92 that I mapped out on MapMyRun.  I saw Jennifer Hall running this morning along the canal.  She was on my 3rd Ragnar team.  Didn't realize she lived so close to me.

Usery Pass.  I invited both of my Ragnar teams to join me.  Nobody came.  Typical.  I haven't even run half the distance lately, not to mention they've all been dead flat.  I wondered how I'd do.  For that reason, I was glad nobody showed up.  As I was driving down the road I realized I forgot my water.  Oh well.

I saw quite a few runners on the Bush Highway on the way up there.  Maybe they're gearing up for SGM next week.  There were tons of cyclists.  I didn't feel like counting them, not that I could have even if I tried.  But I made sure to say good morning to all of them.

I heard my pace from my pocket after the first mile.  I thought, "Hey, that's not too bad."  But I told myself that the 2nd mile is always the slowest.  Yeah, that 2nd mile was really slow, but I felt good.  After 2.5 miles the hill is not as steep, so it gets easier.  I kept trudging up the mountain until I got to the top occasionally talking to myself as a biker would sneak up behind me.  I think with the wind at my back, they couldn't hear me.