You mean everyone doesn't do this?

i can't drive 55.

Ran the Scholarship Fund Run 8k.  Fun little race to test out the legs with regard to a little road speed three weeks after the 100.  Not quite all there, but for the most part, I'm back...

A haiku from my little jaunt tonight:

Late night solo run

Only hear footsteps, breathing

My nocturnal bliss

Happy Easter, y'all.

am:  they had a test in a class that i'm auditing this morning, so i had a little extra time, and what better way to fill it....

pm:  "There's.... something on the wing.... Some...... Thing....." - Shatner   (no, Bill, that's just an inch-thick dusting of pollen...)

good morning

good afternoon

"I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant." - Robert McCloskey (State Department Spokesman) 

Healing rain is coming down
It's coming nearer to this old town
Rich and poor, weak and strong
It's bringing mercy, it won't be long 

I just got a call telling me that Phillip Parker, the owner of the overall Alabama state 50-mile record of 5:43:32 that has stood for over 26 years, passed away this morning after a sudden heart attack.  From what I understand, Phillip ran his first ultra (the Mississippi 50) on a whim while on a fishing trip... and won it.  He went on to blaze some pretty impressive times on the ultra scene well before it was the "cool" thing to do.  I didn't know Phillip very well, but I was lucky enough to have met and talked with him a fair amount during and after the Delano Day a few weeks ago (he went 43 miles at age 72!), and he struck me as being a very down-to-earth, humble, and all around good guy who always had a smile on his face.  The ultra world loses yet another of its legends, and a true champion of the sport by every definition of the word.  If you are of the praying type, I know his family could use some.

Ran the World Catfish Festival 5k that was actually a 5.5k (3.4 miles).  The race director told me that it might be a bit long when I registered, but when I saw my time, which was a little slower than it felt like I ran (had it been a true 5k), I decided that the distance might be worth checking, so my Industrious Grandfather (Inimitable Mother's father) and I mapped out the course on the computer, calculating it to be 5.5k.  I ran the calculation, and my 18:16 for 5.5k converts to 16:36 for 5k.  In any case, it was a fun race, and quite a few people who live along the course told me that they saw me run by the next day in church.  

(and, of course, for those of you with the burning question in your hearts:  yes, i did click my heels at the finish...)

"The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it." - Flannery O'Connor 

am:  5

pm:  10.8

"Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul." - Rebecca West

am:  5

pm:  10.2

"Chance is always powerful.  Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish." - Ovid 

In this life, only two things are certain...

11@12; 'twas a bit warm

"One of the joys we have in being human is in exercising our freedom to choose and to take each case as it comes to us.  We are not robots who are forced into behaviors by their programming.  We see things; we think about things; and we choose our course of action or beliefs appropriately.  And as long as that remains true of us, we will live every day of our lives on one slippery slope or another.  There is no reason to fear this." - Real Live Preacher (blog) 

Let's speak metaphorically, shall we?

Suppose that I'm in a stage race, comprised of three stages (I believe the FRB's own Kelsey recently ran and won a similar stage race...).  After the first stage, all but a few runners were eliminated, and now I have learned from the race director that after the second stage, the race is down to two runners, and I've got a narrow lead going into the third stage, so y'all keep your fingers crossed that the race committe doesn't find some reason to DQ me.

am:  2 x 1.5 tempo + warmup/cooldown

pm:  7.4

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't think you can measure life in terms of years.  I think longevity doesn't necessarily have anything to do with happiness.  I mean happiness comes from facing challenges and going out on a limb and taking risks.  If you're not willing to take a risk for something you really care about, you might as well be dead." - Diane Froloy and Andrew Schneider  

An inspirational post to the UltraList today from the ever eccentric Lazarus Lake (aka Gary Cantrell), creator and race director of the Barkley Marathons, if that means anything to anyone.  In any case, Laz hasn't been able to run much over the past few years, but presses on because of a simple, yet deep appreciation for the sport; entitled "not this day," I found his post inspirational, and I hope you will as well:

i did two miles yesterday in 50 minutes.

you people dont know how lucky you are
that i am not on here every day
babbling like a middle school girl
over every step i take.

my running career has just about gone the full circle.
it seems only yesterday that everything was always on the way up.
that i was endlessly breaking new barriers
and setting new PR's.
working my way up thru the different running sports
track, cross country, road racing, marathons, ultras,
and eventually all the way to multi-days kept me on the upswing
well beyond where the natural curve should end.
because whenever i did something i never did before
it was a new PR & felt like improvement.

but we cannot be newbies forever.
eventually the PR's stopped happening.
running became all about maintenance of effort.
the only new "accomplishments" were cumulative;
measures of many years & many miles of running.

in recent years it has become a battle against slippage.
the wear and tear of what is approaching a 50 year running career.
the cumulative cost of a sometimes wild and dissolute lifestyle.
(no, i would not change a damned thing. but thanks for asking)
the cruel tricks of genetics and age.
little by little i have watched my running choices dwindle...
and my "career" wind down.

over the last 3 years have had some rough spots.
i have had to face the fact
that i could no longer actually "run".
i have had to settle for walking along & keeping the threads going.
the past two years, when i finally notched the 30+ effort
to keep my streak (now at 34 years) alive
it was a big thrill.
finding a timed event where i could participate has become a treat.
and when i actually "beat" someone it has been quite a thrill...
altho it sure doesnt say much for anyone i do beat.
(c'mon people, have more pride than that!)

i reckon i must have thought i could live forever
as long as i kept training
because i was surprised to find that i could lose ground
even while i continued to push myself.
that my speed and endurance could just dwindle away
despite using my legs every day.
but to this, like everything else we encounter in life,
we just have to adjust.

so it was a big thrill when i had a dr tell me
it was possible i might run again.
to be fair, his emphasis was that i needed surgery
to save my leg.
but you guys understand, i am sure,
possibly being able to run again
(even just a little)
was a powerful incentive to agree.
and seemed like a good place to set my sights.
it was a pretty tough surgery,
just the sort of ordeal that ultrarunning prepares us for so well.
accepting some discomfort
to pursue a goal that is too far away to see.
the hardest part was being patient during the early recovery
waiting on the instructions i know how to follow:
"at this point, the more you can stand, the better you will get."
what sweet words.
moderation is so difficult to achieve.
excess is what we are natural at!

so i am on the road again.
it has been sort of tough.
but i know ya'll understand when i say;
"not any of us would want it any other way."
every day i hit the road thinking;
"if this is as good as i get, how long will it take me to finish this year's 30 miler?"
(this year *IS* goinG to be # 35!!)
when you are having to stop every 20 yards to let the pain recede
and taking over an hour a mile,
the prospect of doing 30 miles in a stretch is sort of intimidating.

at the end of last week,
i finally got 2 miles under an hour.
monday, for the first time,
i walked an entire mile before i had to stop.
and yesterday, yesterday was glorious.
for the first time,
at the very beginning of my "run"
(before the leg started to hurt)
i felt the urge to break into a slow jog.
i resisted, because it isnt quite time yet...
but it is coming soon.
i made it nearly a mile & a half
before i had to stop the first time,
and finished the 2 miles in 50 minutes flat.
(the first mile in a sizzling 22 minutes!!)

ever since the first time i had to accept that i could not run any more
i have looked at this as the last great contest.
time is trying to take me off the road.
i am not planning on going down easy.
time is a tough opponent,
it never quits, it never tires.
and i know that some day time will win.

but not this day.

laz

cruisin

Celebrating the gift of the ability

37:25

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Late AM (after class, whilst transferring binary output files):  5

felt the urge to escape for a while.  i can't figure out why... i mean, i must have gotten at least 30 minutes of sleep last night...

PM:  met Heather at the track for a relatively mild track workout, finishing out with a little 5:16 mile to let me decompress a little....

"It seems to me that people have vast potential.  Most people can do extraordinary things if they have the confidence or take the risks.  Yet most people don't.  They sit in front of the telly and treat life as if it goes on forever." - Philip Adams

I wasn't planning on running today, but I got an update this evening on a situation that I've done a decent amount of running in an all-to-frustratingly-feeble attempt to help support, so running seemed like a strangely appropriate response.

pray hard y'all.  pray hard.