My One Month Anniversary

So yesterday is one month that I've been training.
Before i begin my reflections on this past month, I would like to write a brief letter to the punk who broke into my car to steal the pocketchange from my cup holder. More sensitive readers may choose to skip the next paragraph.


Dear Punk Ass Child of the Ghetto:
I'm so terribly sorry that youre completely ignorant and devoid of all rational thought. Please forgive me for having tempted your filthy poor scouring self with my $4.75 in quarters and nickels. Next time I'll be sure to put my drivethru change in a less consipicuous place. I do hope your petty theft habit will lead you into a greater life of crime so that eventually my tax dollars can pay to insure you'll never see the light of freedom again in your life. Here's hoping you'll find much, allbeit brief, success in crime and that someday someone at a wallgreens will recognize your ghetto do-wrag on a surveilance camera and make you pay for all the stupid mistakes you're making at my expense.
In sort. Screw you, and may your Mama be the first to lose her check in the next welfare reform...


So anyway...
training.
I think its time to step it up a notch and start working harder. The difficulty of the LSD on saturday coupled with the fact that even after the distance that stiffened my knees and burred my arthritis, I would still have an additional 6.1 miles, leads me to believe that 13.1 is REALLY long, and I need to train A LOT harder in order to maintain ANY type of pace at that distance.

So This coming weekend I'm scheduled for 8, so tomorrow I'll be doing four, and instead of 2.5 or 2, I'm going to be doing three.
ALL of which will be in the neighborhood on the crazy crazy hills.
:-)

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