December has been kinda rough.. I can't seem to shake this darn cold! I'm not very smart though, as soon as I start feeling just a little bit better I go out and do a 65 mile week instead of resting and kicking it for good. Which catapults me right back to feeling bad and I repeat the cycle again. It's amazing how many people have the same malaise.. it seems to be a bad year for getting sick. Of course drinking many beers and staying out till the wee hours of the morning this weekend didn't help either!
This week is slated to be in the single digits and below and I'm starting to panic just a bit with Rocky being only 8 weeks away, and not being able to put in the mileage I had planned on. I'm going to join a gym tonight so I can at least get on a dreadmill and do SOME work without destroying my lungs in frigid temps.
I still have 2 kittens and a mama cat (now fixed) to give away... anyone? anyone?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
OK, so I had a big ol' race report pretty much done for Dude, Where's the Trail 50K that I ran a few weeks ago, and somehow I lost it.. how? I have no idea since Blogger autosaves, but it's nowhere to be found. I've spent the last week thinking I'd re-write it, but honestly I can't be bothered. A quick recap: This was truly my first DNF.. (I don't really count the one at Rock Creek when I got lost and ended up doing many more miles then the race was), I have a million excuses for dropping out at about 14/15 miles but it came down to "just not feeling it". It was our first cold snowy day of the year and I was running in a group with Debbie, Raul & Mike. As it got colder and wetter and we kinda lost the trail a few times, we made the mistake of discussing how good a margarita would taste.. that was the beginning of the end. Both Debbie and Mike were injured and my right knee had been feeling cranky since Nathaniel's run, so the 4 of us simply bagged it, caught a ride back to the start, and went off in search of the perfect margarita. I could have pushed though, and finished, probably with a lot of walking, but I just didn't want to... I guess I wasn't yet recovered from the 50+miles the weekend before.
So the 4 of us spent a very, very lovely afternoon drinking, eating and talking our heads off, it truly was a fabulous afternoon and we were all very glad to be inside! Sometimes cementing friendships is more important than anything else.