Yesterday I ran 8 miles over lunch. It felt great. Perfect day. Sun, warmth, and no injury.
Lately, I've been running from house on the sidewalk along the frontage road to the intersection of 19th St. NW and 52 then turn around and run back. I guess I like the route mostly because I can pop into Erik's bike shop if I need a drink or something else.
Later, I got a call from Steve Roe that he was planning to ride with the RASC group and if I wanted to go...absolutely.
I took the "long way" to Bamber Valley Elementary School and had 15 miles before the group took off. The fast group was riding less fast mostly due to the lack of strong riders. That was fine with me, I had nothing left in me. The hills were putting the hurt to me pretty good. Marty and Glen were kind enough to drag my arse.
So, today I head out for my 8 mile run. It started out a little labored, as I expected, but it ended in a Bataan death march. I was going to ride tonight as well but after today's run, a long bike ride tonight may have ended with me in the middle of nowhere in a fetal position crying like a baby.
I know guys older than me that do crazy endurance training most days, and a couple years ago that was me. So, what happened to me? Old? Lazy? Out of shape?
If I'm honest, I'd say all three.
But I'm not honest.
Damn you father time!
