My knee hurts I should stop running and walk back........ You've already taken a total of two weeks off because of your back............If I don't stop I could make things worse......... If you do stop you may fall behind and we are coming into crunch time.......I need to stop... I don't want to stop.... you have to stop........ I can't I have to push thru this. OK OK I'LL STOP. You are such a bitch, you always win. Why won't you ever let me win.......huh I wonder why?
OK this went on for a mile before I finally stopped and walked back home. I am icing my knee as I write this. I guess it's better to miss a short run or two but keep up with the long runs. This is what I'm going to tell myself to help ease my disappointment. Part of me thinks maybe I jumped into this a little fast, maybe I should have tried a few smaller runs instead of jumping in head first. Well, I'm in the water now I have to keep pressing forward.
OK I know I'm dedicated to doing this, I knew I'd have some ups and downs, Just didn't know the downs would come one right after another. OK I'm done whining! On an up note, next Tuesday is supposed to 70 plus one. I'm gonna run like a man possessed.
Miles....1
Time....not sure, Sybil had me all upset
Pace...... Why do you keep asking me all these damn questions? Can't you just leave me alone
I've asked before with no reply, who is this Nick? I've only read one thing from him and that was him dogging Mrs. Mockingbird. If he's a member wouldn't we now be 11 Drunk Runners?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
When Forest met Sybil
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Too f*ckin' funny! You are crackin' my shit up. I think you are right about skipping a few of the shorter runs and sticking with the longer runs. Remember, the goal is to finish the marathon, right? After your first one, then you can build up more elaborate goals about time. Just make sure you survive it in one piece!
Amen to that! And just tell Sybil to F**k off. That's what I do. Unless of course, she's the one telling me to go home. It's so tough to tell sometimes. Once in awhile it seems like Sybil is the one telling me to get out of bed and go running. I mean, that's evil!!!
Not a big deal missing a few runs, especially the short ones. I've found the worst ones to miss are the long runs. They are crucial.
yeah, that shit is funny... although i am sure it doesn't seem funny to you in reality.
and i have NO idea who nick is... other than some guy who laid into me the first time i posted something major (and if he was kidding, he wasn't very good at making that clear). ;-)
I would agree Tequila, but that was the only time I've heard from him.He never posts, just looks at posts.........OK I give, Sixpack who is this, I see it's been changed to 11 Drunk Runners.
By the way TM we haven't had a post from you in a while. Are you still running or has injury got you down. If it's because of the replies from the cat sleeping on your feet one don't worry. I think sometimes people are just CRUEL. Look at PP and Sixpack, I tell you all of my multiple running personality and I get laughter. Pardon me while I wipe my tears, Ok done....no I'm not ...yes you are.OK OK. TM give us an update on how your doing, we want to know.
If you want the scoop on "Skulking Nick" (previously "Marathon Nick" to me) then you will have to talk to Deetschei. But I imagine it is pretty challenging to blog and fartlek at the same time.
Hola amigos-
Nick is a friend of mine from high school and college. He's not inherently cruel (actually, he's just about the nicest guy I know), and I'm pretty sure he was just joking with Tequila, and I don't think I have to justify inviting him or why he's here.
BUT, here's the "scoop" again. Nick has been (wherever he may be) running for decades, routinely jogs 10 miles in 60 minutes, he's pretty much permanently qualified for Boston, and he has the ability to provide insight from experiences that none of us have.
He was just doing a bit of a "drill sergeant" routine with his earlier comments, which I kinda read as parody with a kernel of truth about sacrifices we all make to put ourselves through the hell of training.
Everyone has the choice of posting as they see fit. It is a free and open blog, just as I hoped it would be, and not everyone will always be training simultaneously.
And yes, PP, even I have managed to tear myself away from the "fartlekking" enough to post occasionally.
Of course, having said that, if he upset you Tequila, or frustrated your desire to train at all, just let me know, and I'll wallop him a good one when I see him in England. ;)
Its true. Nick does seem to be probably the nicest guy I've ever met. He was kind enough to sacrifice an afternoon and help DJ move (but really ended up helping Ben and me move!) If that ain't kindness, I don't know what is. Just to give you an idea of HOW fit Nick is, we once saw him running on an access road next to one of the busiest and thus smoggiest CA highways in the Bay Area. Shiiiit, that is practically like chainsmoking filterless cigarettes and running at the same time.
OK, All i wanted was to know who he was. With no more than I've seen from him I thought he might be someone with no connection to anyone. Hell maybe someone who had wondered in made a harsh comment and left with out anybody knowing who or how he got on. MY BAD!!!!
I feel I need to ask one more question about him. Why does he fartlek, well to be straight to the point what the F*CK is fartlek.
Again Dee I wasn't looking for an apology, just wondered who he was.
Yes, how does one Fartlek? I mean.... I could tell you how they Fartlek up on Brokeback, but that might be for another day.
Forest, I met Sybil yesterday and she is a real BITCH. I ultimately prevailed but only because I had to atone for my egregious consumption of nachos and pizza the day before.
Today Sybil locked the door. She wouldn't even let me try to run. I'm sorry you had to meet that bitch from hell.
I'm gonna try a couple of miles on Saturday to see if I can do my long run on Sunday. I'm going to drink some meds tonight so hopefully Sybil won't go running with me.
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