A bit more about introverts: if you’re going to be an introvert, don’t be “sensitive pony tail guy” from Singles. Don’t be that kind of introvert. The fake kind. The insincere, look at me brood kind. The Garth Brooks kind. Speaking of Singles, Cameron Crowe has written two of my favorite movies. Can you guess which two?
Joshua ended up finishing about 9th or 10th out of 25 kids or so in that cross-country race a couple weekends ago. And for those of you thinking I’m one of those pushy parents, and that my kid is gonna burn out on running, Joshua asks to race, we never ask him to run, nor to participate in any sport he doesn’t want to. But he wants to play every sport. All the time. A few weeks ago he listed his 47 favorite sports: “Football, volleyball, racing, tennis, baseball …” “What kind of racing?” I asked. “Any kind, cars, bikes, running, swimming….”
Rating poems? It struck me as bizarre. Bereft by Robert Frost only warrants a 6.6 out of 10. Looking at the comment from “Fanny Lei”, it’s easy to understand why.
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
30:03 in the five mile Turkey Trot on Turkey Day. Felt good the whole way for the most part, as good as can be expected for my first race in months, the hilly course and the six minute pace. Going in I considered 31 a good, probable time, so even though I missed out on sub-30 by 4 seconds, I’m pretty pleased with the even splits, the result, and that I had fun. Of course, if I would have known about those 4 seconds beforehand … I coulda been a contendah!
However, and it’s an unfortunate however, combined with a 20-miler the Saturday before the Trot, which included 10 miles at faster than MGP, and a 16 miler the Saturday after the Trot, which also included 10 miles faster than MGP, my legs started hurting again. Whereas originally the injury/pain was only in my left leg, now it’s in both. It’s not as bad as it was before, but I had to cut short a run and miss another day because I couldn’t run on the pain. I was able to run yesterday on grass without problems, but the marathon is back in the “doubtful” stage. If I can just make it to the starting line….
2 Replys to “Blindly striking at my knee”
Almost Famous…..by 4 seconds. Both great movies. “Desperation…it’s the world’s worst cologne.”
I’m glad that when I’m a parent, I’ll always be able to say, “At least I’m not as pushy as the Vances. Gosh, can you believe those people?”