Showing posts with label stolen property. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stolen property. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2009

On Pace and on Target? WT-the f#ck-F?

The well is dry. I have nothing to bitch about. This sucks.

I'm in the middle of my second week of marathon training, and there has been little drama beyond a slight hip tweak that has gone away and a sunburn that has not impeded my progress whatsoever. My mileage and pacing has been right in my target zone, as I prepare for my first pre-Akron Marathon tuneup, the Davey Tree/United Way of Portage County 10-K.

Beyond getting dragged into some half-assed vs. idiot slapfight, everything has been jake. Of course if you look to the right side of this blog, you'll notice I've only logged five miles so far this week. There is plenty of opportunity yet for some big fat, red FAILs or some other minor injury to crop up.

Tonight, for instance.

I'll be back tomorrow with a report from the Circle of Doom and a preview of the potential destruction headed my way this weekend. Meanwhile, gentle readers, you can continue planning your big to-do for Flag Day.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Just Got Snowed

Well, running is out of the forecast for now as Northeast Ohio digs out from under yet another snow storm. We got about nine inches on top of the snow that has lain on the ground for most of the month.

This is the longest time I can remember this much snow being on the ground. Usually, we get these storms and in a week or so it melts away.

But, as I said, this has been an unusual winter. Ohio is two inches away from eclipsing the snowiest January in history, the infamous Blizzard of 1978.

My car wasn't as buried as it was last year in March, but it still took me an hour to get it moving from my on-the-street parking spot. Let's just call it cross training.

Runner's World Gets Wise
Today, Mark Remy of Runner's World's RW Daily professes the merits of Scotch and morphine as a pain reliever. Well, no shit, Mark. That's not a new concept. If you'd ever listen to me, you'd know that booze reduces pain and improves confidence. Morphine is just an added bonus.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Planning Accordingly

The quest for 1,000 miles is out of the triple digits. The challenge seems more manageable now, but still daunting.

I broke 900 miles on Sunday, but I didn't fulfill my running plans for the week. It occurs to me that my plans keep going astray. But then I remembered the reason why I wanted to run more days per week: I need to be flexible to deal with the weather.

From now on, I will only plan my running schedule on a week-to-week basis. Last Thursday, I determined that I need to average four miles per day for the rest of the month to reach my goal.

I am two miles in the hole to start this week. What was going to be eight miles yesterday was only six because of the cold and snowy surface conditions.

However, this week, the temperature is supposed to sniff 50 degrees. I should be able to make up those miles and have a successful week.

Based on the weather forecast, here is this week's intended schedule:
  • Monday: 4 miles
  • Tuesday: 7 miles
  • Wednesday: 5 miles
  • Thursday: 4 miles
  • Friday: 4 miles
  • Saturday: 8 miles
  • Sunday: nada
A Total of 32 miles, which puts me two miles up on next week.

Pilfer McPilfertons
Those dirty, thieving crooks at Runner's World have done it again. They stole my headline and now they've stolen my stolen idea about screw shoes. On page 50 of the recent issue, you will see an article about screw shoes, which I might have mentioned before. Just remember, you heard it here first. Even though I heard about screw shoes from here. Of course, I got all mad at Runner's World when I saw the article, but then I realized that I actually first read about screw shoes here. Sorry, false alarm.

Mile Tracker 1,000: 98 miles to go.