Who’s wedding anniversary is today? Who kicked off their big day by getting out of bed at 3:45 am to run 15 miles? How does the divorce rate of distance runners compare with that of the general population? Who’s had enough questions for a Saturday morning?
If I were to say that I’m not yet tired of going to bed at 9:30 on a Friday night, I’d be lying. Lying like Paul Ryan about his marathon finish time. Yes, this getting-up-way-too-damn-early nonsense is quickly getting old; Presidential campaign old.
But the show goes on. I walked out the door at 4:00 am sharp, into a beautiful, clear, 60-degree “morning.” Sigh, I remember when 4:00 am was still “night.” But I guess there comes a time to put away childish things.
After the usual (i.e., sucky) first mile and the big climb up Bear Tavern past the airport, everything fell into place very quickly for me. I can honestly say I didn’t really “feel” anything until well into the thirteenth mile, when a bit of hunger set in, and various minor twinges made themselves known to me. For my money, the scariest part was the two miles or so spent on Route 29 and Maddock Road. The former is a two-lane State highway with no shoulders to speak of; the latter, a 1.5 mile stretch of rural beauty by day that is just so much pitch-black nothingness in the middle of the night. Oh, and I almost rolled my ankle something wicked at about the 14-mile mark. Occupational hazards of running in the dark, I suppose.
Crossing the imaginary finish line, I absolutely, positively could have kept going, believe it or not. Overall, this journey was a massive win for me. Beyond the objective data from this run (especially, longest distance ever), knowing how good I felt throughout and how much energy I had at the end are very good signs. I fully realize that I’m still eleven miles short of my ultimate goal, but this is some real progress I’m making here.
Deer Count! 6 (Living Deer Count: 5)
Toenail Update! All ten still look and feel A-O-K.
According to my dailymile stats, I burned over 2,000 calories this morning (in reality, my actual burn was probably quite a bit higher, because dailymile doesn’t know I’m a lard-ass). Before the sun came up. Happy Anniversary, indeed.
Speaking of…hardly anybody reads this pile of garbage (yet, I hope), but I can’t quite explain how lucky I’ve been to have Lady Legs-o-Lead by my side all these years, and as my wife for the past five. She has given me undying love, a beautiful son (with another on the way), and too many memories to count. Happy Anniversary, Lady.