Whew, what a week! I’ve been out of town, which recently seems to keep me busier than I’ve ever been, my family is out of town, and I’m taking a bit of a “recovery” week with running. The result? No free time and no blogging (or twittering!!) **gasp!!** What follows is what I had planned to be the week’s worth of blog posts condensed into one glorious bullet point post. Half the words, half the pictures, the same amount of snarky comments. It’s like your birthday, Christmas, and New Years all wrapped into one. Hopefully it isn’t like all three hangovers wrapped into one......
I posted about how my cardiologist equated being a triathlete as on par with being an Olympic level athlete. Or, at the very least, he insinuated that triathletes required a similar battery of tests as Olympians and skinny little runners likely didn’t require them. More than one person questioned if I was either being a bit too sensitive, if I took the words out of context, or possibly misinterpreted what the doctor said. All totally fair points and likely what I would have thought when I read it on someone else’s blog as well. Which....is why I didn’t post it the FIRST time he said it. Turns out, he said the very similar thing during my initial consultation as well as during the readout on my echo two months later. So, just like George W Bush says: "There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again." So, while I’m sure that I could have misunderstood what he meant the first item I doubt that I would two times in a row. Either way, I’m just glad he said that I’d basically live.
Earlier this week I wrote a guest post for Runs For Cookies about the darker side of running that seems to pop up on my blog
About a week ago, my wife asked me what I wanted to do on Father’s Day. I’m a pretty no frills guy, so I had two simple requests. First, I wanted to go to the aquarium with my son. He loves that place. Second, I want to run another timed mile and have her there to tape me running. Her response? “While that sounds very weird to me, if that is what you want to do then that is what we’ll do” So, on Sunday I’ll be attempting to run at 4:59 mile. That is, faster than 12 miles per hour or 75 seconds per 400m. (For the record, a mile is 1609 meters and I will be running the extra 9) It makes me pee in my pants just a little bit thinking about it. I’ve done this once before (report here, video here) so of course you can expect to read all about it on Monday!
Like I mentioned before, my wife and son are out of town this week to tend to some family matters where we both grew up in sleepy northwest Iowa. That means that I’m a bachelor on a Friday night! Of course, I’m a lame 30 year old bachelor who plans on running 14 or so miles tomorrow. So, that likely means some Chipotle, a redbox movie,