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What a week. There's alot of ways to induce self-loathing and I've selected a more scenic way to do so. We've been secluded all week, surrounded by mountains and premium cable. What's not to like? Well there is a certain sacrifice I'm feeling being out here, which is tough and my blackened soul will be tested. I do feel the transition beginning for me and as long as I perform in a couple key workouts per week, I think by this time next week I will be able to tell if I'm benefitting from this little endeavor and workload. I have had to be creative with calories, trying to get the nutrition needed while staying fueled for my workouts. I was kind of concerned at the end of yesterday's run when I felt utterly depleted and knew that I was running 21 miles this morning, but we made it through and now my body will hopefully allot a bit more glycogen for future use.

The food has been good, as have the beers and I think we will take a few road trips to look a little farther abroad. Today I'm shot though, I realized it's been over a year since I've run this far, which ain't good and I needed to do this to test the meddle and recall just what running out of fuel feels like and then probing beyond that web. I did have 5 different IPA varietals last night and it's a good thing, i don't know if I'd have survived.

Mentionables for the week:
- Jerry almost got in a fight with some dude on a recumbent in the middle of our tempo run, only boosting my spirits for the remainder of the run.
- We met and ran with several folks that are much faster than either of us and they voiced their support for what we're doing
- Despite being in fitness paradise Jerry still allicited an 8am "put a shirt on" from a prick in PT Cruiser. Jerry's reply: "Stop eating cheeseburgers."
- We ran past and got a hello from the lieutenant governor on this morning's long run.
- Due to visible salt stains on my shirt, I was asked midrun if I needed a drink from a passerby on the Bosque.
- I've made 4 different varieties of pancakes, each of which I believe will standup to the requisites of a needy female companion AND her dog back in Norman.



prelude to greatness

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Unknown said…
and the week continues to be impressive! i hope you and jerry consumed some cheeseburgers this week.

way to rock the long runs too.
June 14, 2010 at 7:25 AM
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