to a race, geesh. What did you think I was talking about?
Heh heh, I did it. I'm gonna race next month. I'm running in the first ever Killian's Shamrock Half-Marathon in Virginia Beach. (they've had full marathons, but this is the first time they're doing a half with it.)
Who gives a crap? This is my first race in over a year, and I'm finally commiting to my milage again. End results are, I've dropped twenty pounds, three belt notches, and I'm back down to about 8:30 minute miles on my long runs. I'm hoping to get this race in under 1:55.
I found a running store here in VA beach, and got some of the essentials this week; a pair o' scandalously short shorts, body glide (no, it's not a sex toy,) and a beautiful pair of Sauconys. With little gold symbols on the side. It's like magic leygs. Ey got magic leygs leu-ten-int Dayn.
I also love walking back on my cool downs barefoot. It drives the Marine NCOs mad, but I'm not theirs, and there's no real rule against it, so all they can do is drive by me slow, and glare. Heh heh, silly marines. I'm seriously thinking about taking up barefoot running again for my next run cycle.
(No. Despite what you're going to say, as long as you're careful at the beginning, you'll actually run faster barefoot, and are less likely to get injured, not more.)
Meh. It's supposed to be record lows tonight, so I think 11 miles tommorow on the treadmill. Blech. Treadmills suck. Not as much as frostbite of the willie. But they still suck.
Rewards for competing (somehow, I doubt I'll win) are; a technical, wicking type Brooks shirt, shamrock medals, and my personal favorites, Killians beer and Irish stew at the finish. Usually I don't drink, but in this case...........oh yeah, baby.