Top O' The Morning To Ya!

Run.  Do I really feel like running.  Hmmm.  I do not.  Because, by the way, I DID A 50 MILE FOOTRACE LAST SATURDAY.

The problem is that about 99% of my friends are endurance athletes, pretty driven ones, too.  So no excuses.  I've tried it with Dread Pirate.  She usually just fixes me with a look.  It's a kind neutral look that arouses all sorts of anxiety, and I immediately start apologizing.  "I know.  I know.  I should work harder."  To which she usually responds something along the lines of I didn't say anything.  It's up to you if you want to be faster or do better.  

Anyway.  DP called me on the phone earlier this week.

Are you doing the Green Dress Run this Saturday? 

What the hell is a green dress run?

You put on a green dress, and you run.

What if I don't have a green dress? 

They have some there for you.

So, is this like, for St. Patrick's Day or something?

Do I really have to answer that?  Listen, it's fun.  It's a handicap run.  The faster runners are seeded last, walkers and slower runners first.

Ahhhhh.  You had me at "slower runners first." 

So, I arrived this morning, early, and got first pick of the wares.  I had decided to shoot for and hope for a 13:30 pace, because, lest you forget, I DID A 50-MILE FOOTRACE LAST SATURDAY.   This was my ensem.

 

I was the first runner to take off, along with an 11-year-old.  She flew off the start line and hauled ass downhill.  I tried to keep up with her, but I couldn't.  Damn.

However, like many youth, she blew out before mile 2, when it turned uphill.  "Are there any more hills after this?"  she whined.  Oh, how cute, I thought.  I remember being like that.   

Except that I whined like that in my 40s. I still do.  

Anyway it's a pathetic state of things that I felt pretty proud when I marched past an 11-year old.  

SRSLY.  What else have I got?  

At mile 2, there was water and Bailey's Irish Creme, just a taste, and then mile 3ish there was water and Gatorade.  I ran along the trails, my legs pretty much aching because, in case you forgot, I'm happy to remind you: I DID A 50-MILE FOOTRACE LAST SATURDAY.

Here's the rest of the crowd.  

These are Dread Pirate's photos.  I stole them.

I pulled off a 13:36 mile pace, not bad for hauling myself up and down hills on trails.  Soon, I'll post the garmin profile. 

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