Do not press go.
Team BHI officials have been mum on the subject of a peculiar feeling in the right thigh of a certain teammate after a particularly intense finish to a track session last Thursday. This feeling has been described as moments of intermittent pain interspersed with a thereness, which led to stride hesitation during a long run Sunday. This feeling has also led to an annoying use of passive voice by the author.
In an effort not to Barbaro himself, that same author went slow and then cut short Sunday's run, a planned 16-miler that instead became a 12-miler. Reasons included: "I've already done the training," "I need to stay healthy," "better safe than sorry," and the classic "it's better to be undertrained than broken." But still, those reasons didn't mitigate the emotions that have resulted from falling off what has been so far a successful training schedule.
And now, the paranoid anxieties have gained control of the ship's helm. Thoughts include: "Can I run through this?" "Does this wreck my goals?" "Why oh why did I do this to myself?" and "Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits," all thoughts including some measure of uncontrollable sobbing.
Luckily for this runner, there is a cure. As all teammates know, booze reduces pain and improves confidence.
The Buckeye Half Marathon is this Sunday, and the Akron Marathon is just three weeks after that. Will the leg be ready? Stay tuned!
An August to Remember
Some stats to keep you quiet. A breakdown by the runs. Feel free to compare yourself to a summer's Viper.
Intervals: 17.4 miles at 7:25 pace
Tempo: 26.6 miles at 8:55 pace
LSD: 72 miles at 10:39 pace
Total miles: 133
Zero-to-1,000 miles differential: -21.7 miles
Bar-ba-ro (bar'ba'ro) vt., vi. -roed, -roing 1. to resemble the heroic dead racehorse, Barbaro, in looks or performance, 2. to incur a devastating injury, which ends your chances of achieving the Triple Crown, 3. to continue to limp around when really you should have been put out of your (and our) misery months ago, 4. to be the closest thing to walking on water since Jesus Christ, 5. to avoid being turned into dog food--or glue