A journey of a thousand miles begins with putting your shoes on and leaving the house.
Those savvy among you may notice that I've added a new race to the sidebar: the Soldier Field 10m. Evidently this is the spring of the 10m race for me, with the one a few weeks back, Broad Street at the beginning of May, and then Soldier Field to end the month of May. Bring it!
Assuming, that is, that I ever kick this cold. I got so fed up this morning that I went out and went to a spinning class. The cold has stayed almost completely in my head, so although I'm not over it, I didn't feel like it was dangerous to go out. I didn't leave the house at all yesterday, so I'm quite stir crazy. Even if it was miserable, I needed something. When I expected that the weather would be in the 40s, I had hoped it was a run. Instead I got 30s with snow flurries, so I went to the gym. If I'm still holding strong in a few hours, I may try a short run this afternoon. The thought of running in a skirt makes me extremely giddy after this snowy, snowy winter.
Part of the joy of coumadin is the limitations it places on what other drugs you can take. Advil: off the table. Antibiotics: only with caution. Even though I see my doctor nearly every week, it still gets old having to call her to find out if I can take a Sudafed. So, I've foregone cold medicine this time around. The placebo effect of EmergenC is actually significant.
MY QUEST TO QUALIFY NOT JUST FOR THE OLYMPIC TRIALS BUT FOR THE 2016 OLYMPICS IN THE MARATHON (to do this I will need to halve my marathon time)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
Friday, March 5, 2010
The Road to Recovery
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