Saturday, September 15, 2012

Day 42: Ba Dap Bup Bap Baaah I'm lovin it

The Email:

Run 4 miles, no stopping. Make it happen

GS

The Equipment:


When my alarm went off on Friday morning, as per my routine, I look at my email to see what trial and tribulations await me physically. This morning was no different with the exception of a secondary communication that simply asked: Can you workout early Sat morning? 6:00 ish

At first I got excited to again have a workout partner as all of mine have been scared off, finding other obligations at 6:30 each morning. Things like, sleeping and not wanting to come; high priority kinds of things.
My first thought was that Geoff would be sending "Death Race" Donaldson down to see if he could kill me with workouts, which frightened me a bit. I mean, what kind of person refers to himself as Death Race? 


This guy! After all he was in a death race that actually Killed people, not one that ALMOST killed someone. It's kind of like missing with a hand grenade. Just kidding DR (that's short for Death Race. I came up with it myself.)

Knowing it would be Geoff, down for a visit and conference, definitely put a smile on my face for a couple of reasons. First being that it was a friend, not a trained assassin like I believe DR to be. Second, because Geoff and my other friend Rob, are 2 of my best friends and no matter how much time there is between visits, we always have an innate ability to pickup right where we last left off, a trait only the best of friends can have. And the visits are still too few and far between and I often miss the comradery of both.

I also wanted to be sure I was putting my best foot forward tomorrow because as much as it was played out to be a friendly visit and workout, I knew it was also to check in on my progress. So I headed out, headphones in ear, already laying out the post after the workout with Sully (and its gonna be a good one!). I air was light but smelled of pollen and allergies, which have given me hell these last few days. I made it 2 miles and had to stop for just a brief moment to clear the green mucusy object that had built and was now lodged in my esophagus. Once the slimy tennis ball was out, I was back on the road and finished a 3.2 mile run quite nicely.


8:46 pace, my fastest time in almost 15 years! I felt good and had I been able to breathe without coughing each step during the last .5 mile, I'd have gone the distance. I was proud of my accomplishment for the day, showered, then began what turned out to be an 18 hour work day...and I was still up for the 6:00 am arrival of the man.

BOOM!



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