Green Bay Marathon Cancelation Response
There was a lot of great back and forth on my post around the cancelation of the Green Bay Marathon. The response was essentially what I expected from the Type A “get outta my way or else I’ll run you over” runner. In short: let me make a decision for myself, give me enough water, and let me run. That said, some were sympathetic to the Race Director’s position which honestly I am too.
I received a great email from Jennifer at http://adventuresofbadgergirl.blogspot.com/ who was not only there but also ran the half marathon. (Or, attempted to run since it was canceled?) She said that she agreed with the decision to cancel on the following grounds:
- Locals from WI are simply not used to that kind of heat. It was 25+ degrees hotter than normal
- The people she saw in the med tents were all types – not just the bucket list weekend warriors
- Frankly, it was scary with the non stopped ambulances and people with ice bags all over their body trying to bring their core temperature down
But, at the end of the day running is an outside sport. Plan plan plan!
|**insert wiener joke here**|
Most days, I bring my lunch to work. It’s cheap, it’s easy, (like me!) and it is a good way to eat basically healthy. Although, since I normally eat a TV dinner and about 8 other things random things, I’m probably getting in enough salt to turn a bathtub into a salt water scrub. Anyway, I’ve found myself starting my lunch around 11:30 because I’m starving and then slowly eating it throughout the day through about 2pm. I’ll get busy
65 miles makes me....tired
This week I’m on track for a 65ish mile week. In fact, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to keep on building until I hit 100. Why not? I have no major races planned for the next few months and now is as good of a time as ever. The issue I’ve always had with a rather rapid buildup is that my body takes a month or so to adjust to the increased beating (TWSS). I’m still adjusting. Until I do, I’ll be the one shuffling his feet with half open eyes while spilling go-gurt all over his shirt.
SCREW YOU ENGLISH!
Four... Forty? Not Fourty??
Sock...Soccer? Not Socker?
Love, glove, above.... of? Not Ove?
(And those examples are just from today alone)
I’ve had this song in my head all day long. You’re welcome.