January 22, 2012 Why not write a lame poem about 13 miles of pure slush and misery?
I finished the 13 miles today, not happy about my time but horray!
There were 4 big hills, didn’t walk them at all, what a thrill!
Met 2 strangers today 1 said, “I’ve been following you, you look like hell.” I said “I am training for the marathon, oh well!
The 2nd guy we had a nice conversation and he admired determination!
Lessons I learned today:
When I know something wet and cold is going to fall out of the sky, bring a pair of socks and shoes if I want to drive home with feet that are dry
The key to my success I bet, could be gloves that can’t get wet
Looking down at the ground slows me down
As our mileage is climbing, music sounds like whining
When waiting to cross the street, step away from the puddles or EEEEK!
When everyone is trying to share the same path in the snow, if you don’t budge over an inch when someone is coming towards you something is wrong with you fo-sho! —————-(Note: This wasn’t anyone on my team, but every single person did this to me on another training team that was running in opposite direction as us so I saw them twice)
That’s all the rhyme I got, keep checking this blog this winter is going to rock!
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