Go, you chicken fat, go away!

My baby sister got married Saturday.  I don't really know the guy, but he seems nice.  He's got some shoes to fill because yesterday I lost a brother-in-law.  My other sister is now a widow after her husband passed away yesterday finally succumbing to kidney failure brought on by diabetes.  He's been suffering for months, so it's bitter-sweet.  This morning as I ran by the day laborers I couldn't help but think of him.

Rest in peace amigo.

Time - 44:54 (avg. pace 8:01)

Splits - 7:59, 7:59, 8:01, 8:03, 8:07, 4:45 for 0.60 (7:55 pace)

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Day 1 P90X - Chest and Back / Ab Ripper X

I've turned into a softy over this last month.

I'd like to start riding my bike again to work.  The days are getting long enough to where I can, but it's a bit cold.  Plus they're doing construction along the road I usually take, so it would be dangerous for me to ride.  Yesterday I noticed that they finally changed the construction warning sign from ROAR WORK AHEAD to ROAD WORK AHEAD.  You can be sure that every time I drove by I would roll down my window and roar at the workers.

Time - 46:14 (avg. pace 8:14)

Splits - 8:12, 8:08, 8:12, 8:21, 8:19, 5:02 for 0.61 (8:12 pace)

 It's been a while since I've run home from work, but I'd like to do it more often.  I had a meeting at church at 7pm which meant I'd have to leave work at 4pm.  I dressed lightly, and it was a bit chilly.  (Is that okay to say?)  Apparently people who live in Arizona aren't allowed to say it was cold.  Anyway, I knew I'd warm up soon enough. 

I took it easy as I've learned to do on my long runs.  As always, the last half of the run was tough.  I know I'm going uphill, very slightly, but still.  When I got to mile 11 I ran out of Gatorade.  I was less than 4 miles away, but I had been sweating a lot, and I was thirsty.  I called my wife to have her bring me some water.  She was on her way to drop my son off at his youth activity, so after a while I called her back and told her I would get some water at Chick-fil-A.  I filled up my water bottle trying to stay as far away from people as I could because I get pretty stinky after that much running.  When I got a mile and a half away from home my wife called me to ask where I was.  I could see her at the Circle K/day laborer intersection.  She was bringing me water for which I was grateful because I had already almost finished all of mine.

Then she followed me home taking pictures.

This is where I cut through the golf course.

Time - 2:12:08 (avg. pace 9:07)

Splits - 8:26, 8:17, 8:41, 8:50, 8:59, 9:05, 9:07, 9:11, 9:13, 9:11, 9:10, 9:46, 9:35, 1.07 for 0.10.  I stopped my Garmin here so I could see my time for a half marathon. 1:58:35.  Then 9:26, and 4:06 for 0.40.

The horizontal vertical scale is over-exaggerated, but it definitely shows there is a 100 foot climb after mile 6.  Hardly noticeable, but it's there.

Ay, mis nalgas!  Since I left my truck at work yesterday when I ran home, I either had to hitch a ride with my coworker or ride a bike.  I opted to take my son's mountain bike.  The nice thing was that I could ride on the dirt road along the railroad track and cut off 2.5 miles from my regular bike commute.  The not so nice thing was that I was riding on a dirt road along the railroad track without a seat cushion.  Also, the seat loosened up before the halfway point and started doing the up-down-won't-stay-in-one-place thing.  Not fun.  It took me 97 minutes to get to work.  That's only 35 minutes faster than it took me to run home.

I've decided to convert my bike miles into running miles this year since everyone else does.  I think my effort was equivalent to 13 minute miles running.  Tell me if you think that's lame.