Quote:The sadist that I partnered up with gave me 10 minutes for lunch.... great workout though. I can still barely walk.
I am going to show restraint and not do the expected joke.
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There is nothing I like better than to be on the way to a race (late) and find out that the trains are not running (or in this case, they were running in some bizarre weekend fashion where the downtown train appears on the uptown tracks but isn't going downtown until it goes to 207th Street first.) So..... I ran to the start of the Coogan's 5K. No biggie. It was just about a mile away and mostly downhill.
Then, after the 5k which was so much fun because we got to run right through my neighborhood (of course, no one I knew was out on the street so early on a Sunday morning. What are yuh some kind of facadah nutjob?) Looked like 6-8 thousand runners, most of them rabbits. I was just about to the one mile mark when the leaders passed us going the other way. Very speedy boys and girls.
Then I had an apple. Looked at my time -30:03 unofficially, had an apple. There is nothing I like better at the end of a run than an apple. Then I ran back up the hill to home where I didn't wake anybody up.
So. about 5.1 miles today.
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I was thinking about what Dag said about partnering up with someone you don't know at a ski slope. Why is it (and I haven't skied in years and years and years) that people like me (intermediate with some downhill skills) ALWAYs hook-up with people who ski Double Diamond Slopes of Black Death Wishs and then....... we (the intermediates) go up the lift anyway. I forget where I was...Vermont somewhere...1965.... beautiful day, beautiful girl with very good skier cousin of mine..both older than me (I'm 17, they are like 22)..of course, I will take the lift to the top with you!! (O0OOH, beautiful friend smiled at me!)
We get to the top and there is about a sixty foot dropoff, straight down, to start and then the trail whips right and disappears into a grove of trees.
I watched them take off. Two wisps of black and red and then nothing but whiteness.
"Oh, well, "I said," How bad could it be?" and pushed off.
If I had wanted to try cliff-diving, I wudda went to the frigging ocean.
They should have provided ropes.
On one particular icy section they actually had netting to keep the yabous like me from going over the REAL cliffs.
Unlike Dag's adventure, there was no powder, the surfaces ranged from three inchs of crunchy ice crap to very slick rocks. I'd get to an open section and let go a little and before I knew it I'd be doing about (no lie) eighty miles an hour. Crashing became the preferred method of slowing.
I got to the intermediate slope and cruised down it, so happy not to be on the edge of death, cousin was waiting, pissed because I was so slow.
"Sorry," I said, "I stopped to help this guy who was in trouble."
Joe(I never told her the guy was me.)Nation
Those bumps will get your attention. That's why I like to run on nice, smooth asphalt roadways.
Thank you.