February 15, 2007

... and in with the new

OK, so the Streak of Aug. 1, 2006 finally ran its course, thanks to the massive after-effects of that shiver-fest Monday long run of a last week. I took last Friday as a sick day, lying around sniffling and feeling sorry for myself, then decided not to run again until Monday.

So, I spent much of Saturday and Sunday contemplating a training program that includes specific gym days, specific days off each week from running, lots of specificity regarding long runs, speedwork, really long runs. It was a really great plan. Well, it would be. For somebody serious about competition. Like me. Ten years ago me.

The Today Me? I'm good as is. Which means Monday, Feb. 12, 2007 is the new streak kick-off day.

Hopeless and yet so hopeful at the same time. :-)

February 7, 2007


This morning was simply gorgeous.

Did 2:15 of 7/3 along snow-covered streets in Harrisonburg. My legs feel fantastic now, a couple hours post-run. It was a fascinating combo of peacefulness at times and also the attention-demanding roar of snow plows. Few cars were out. The main roads were fairly slick, so I stayed on residential streets for the most part.

There's nothing quite like the sensation of hearing the squeaking of your running shoes but not really feeling the impact of three times your body weight hitting the road one step at a time. I hope I can always appreciate moments of clarity such as that. Pretty cool stuff.

February 6, 2007

Will I? Won't I?

Maybe an inch of fresh snow covering things up out there right now on a quiet Tuesday night. Forecast calls for maybe three.

Will I outduel the Cover Monster in time to cruise for a 2-hour jaunt in the chilly a.m.? Or will I settle for extended rest (after letting Sherman out and feeding him, of course) and just do 20 minutes like this morning?

Am I still feeling the effects of Monday's 2 hours that ended in a 15-minute post-run shiver fest, the result of doing the final 20 minutes smack into the teeth of a 15 mph wind coupled with a 12F air temp. Not, shall we say, one of my finest moments. Physical impact was gone by this morning. The mental impact is still there, however. It was work more than play. It bordered on obligation, some weird sense of "I HAVE to do this or else." Not looking to repeat that any time soon.