Patience; the new endurance sport.

Hmm. Well I could have used a few extra days of February, but I don't think it works that way.   I'd also be pretty happy to bypass Monday and Tuesday, and just get to Wednesday or Sunday.... This morning I challenged myself to a 8:45 m/m on mile 5. I was really encouraged by Saturday's run.  I felt strong, and everthing feels 'in place'--no pain, no swelling. It's getting light by 6:20, but soon it will DSL which means it won't be light until 7:20 :(  Tommorrow's my Sarah day! Yay!

I think we ran 4. I should check Sarah's blog to see for sure. It was 58 degrees this morning at 6:00.  Sarah wore a short sleeved t shirt.  I wasn't that brave.  I hate March. I'm colder in March and April than any other month of the year.  I don't know why.  I just wish it would be snow, snow, snow and then Spring would start. It's so dull still, and unpredictable.  I'm just not satisfied with loosing the snow until the tulips and trees bloom. 

The theme for today is :Burley men and small dogs.  In the middle of the day, I took a lunch hour run and there was an inordinate number of large, manly men walking small dogs.  Not Miniature Scnuazer/English Terrier small, but Pomeranian/SchTzu/Teacup Poodle small.  First, was a gay couple proudly walking a tiny blond pomeranian wearing a sweater. But the there was a college student looking kid, hoody, ipod, and tiny SchTzu on a leash.  Then an older, middle age Swedish Farmer looking guy walking some thing like a poodle?  I'm serious. They say that people pick dogs that look like themselves/represent their personalities.  This idea gave me pause as I passed. I guess I should be glad that men can embrace their dainty side.  I mean, I can't even do that.  The run was hard.  I was tired by Noon and have had my energy sapped by 14 straight days of hard core pre-tax filing discussions about non-cash charitable contirbutions.  See, you're tired just reading that.

I'm going to try cycling the Fridays before my Saturday longer runs.  I cycled (according to the stationary read out) 19.5 miles.  Who knows really.  I rode for 55 minutes between 19-20 mph at a resistance level of 3-5 and then did all the same situp/pushups/planking I do every single day.  Man that works up a wicked sweat. All the while, enjoying pointless brain candy for breakfast by watching an episode and a half of Alias.  Whoever thought to combine Wonder Woman, 007, Borne Identity, and Days of Our lives into one show (Alias) was genius.  It's the post-modern soap opera.  Dexter will be my next cycling series.  Votes?

The worst run ever.  I was good the first 6, but then the temp dropped 10 degrees and I was underdressed (didn't even wear gloves), I lost my dog in the newly unfrozen marsh, and I got really sick to my stomach (hmmm, maybe that block of Velveta and 42 oz. Diet Pepsi wasn't such a good idea).  I forget also, that even at 27 degrees, you can get dehydrated.  The last 3 miles all I could dream about was getting home to drink a gallon of water.  My next runs will be shorter, higher intensity.  No more long runs until Moab.  After Moab, I'll reevealuate for the Ogden Marathon. Jeff and I passed each other a bunch of times doubling up portions of the trail for extra miles.  You know when someone is good at something when they make it look easy.  He makes running look effortless, he glides.  It's fun watching people do what they are good at. But it makes me wonder, do I make anything look effortless?  Am I that good at anything?  Probably just eating.