Today I got in a solid 5 mile recovery run – OUTSIDE!!! (Yesterday was a 8 mile run w/ 5 @ tempo of 7:08) I didn’t go into the details before, but I’m not actually IN Chicago. I’m in St Charles, IL. Which is so far outside of Chicago it might as well be in Iowa. (55 miles from Lake Michigan) This unfortunately means that instead of runs down the magnificent mile, I run down this street (literally – taken from google maps). It is sort of like saying that you live in NYC but instead you live in Albany, NY.
I’m sure that my wife has blocked it out of her memory, but I like to try to grow random facial hair when I am away for training. I try during training because I don’t have to worry about pissing off any client Grizzly Adams haters and my wife can’t shave me while I am asleep – which she has threatened to do. I decided to try a full on beard this time. Let me tell you….it…looks…..DUMB. I haven’t shaved it off yet, but I look like a mix between Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite and Spencer Pratt. So, essentially an immature tool.
The consulting company that I work for is a worldwide company - as is the training. So, at my table of 5, there are people from: San Palo, Tokyo, Brussels, and London. Of course, as my luck would have it, the guy from London is an Ironman. And he is a FAST one at that. Around a 3 hour marathoner. I got to go for a (treadmill) run with him on
Apologies for not being caught up on blogs this week. They are working us harder than a pot dealer in a hippie commune. BUT, for those of you that post on a regular basis know: It is only a matter of time before you get a flood of comments from yours truly. I promise only half of them will reference poop or boobs.