So, I finished the half-marathon down in Tennessee. It was unseasonably hot (even for Tennessee) that day, pushing 90 degrees, but I outsmarted the heat by having a cold. Pretty sharp, I thought. Needless to say, I didn't get the best time (2:32), but I didn't die, either (one young man did--although they say he had a heart condition. I have my doubts. He was, after all, in the military.)
I want you to take special note of the metal around my neck, though. It is the last time I saw it outside of Mabel's mouth. She took a real fancy to it, and it became a glorified chew toy. She has cut two teeth, though presumably she could have done so without my metal.
After letting the mutant cold virus rock my world for nearly a month, I finally got some antibiotics, which cleared things right up. However, now I'm trying to ease back into running, which hasn't been so easy, and with the Marathon less than a month off, I'm starting to get nervous. I've had to make some altercations to my training schedule, and as long as I don't have to make any more, I should be okay (I hope).
Bobby and I signed up at a health club (or meat market, to Dad) and I was going three times a week (except when I was sick) and felt like I was pushing pretty hard--certainly I was sweating pretty profusely--but I was never very sore the next day, and was not seeing much difference. So I decided to start attending one of the classes--Boot Camp. I don't generally like going to classes; I feel clumsy and stupid excersising in front of people (that's probably why I chose running as my sport to begin with, it takes little coordination, just a basic one foot in front of the other. I can do that.) but I needed something to push me. It did. I attended Boot Camp for the first time last night. "Boot Camp" was not a figure of speech, nor a name they tagged on to a beginners class to make it sound tougher. I hurt so bad, in places I didn't know I had on my body. I had never heard of Jumping Squats before last night, and I never want to hear of them again. Of course, I'm totally going back next week. Does Advil make a sports drink?
