7:30 a.m. - 3.5 miles progressive. First 2 miles slow and then picked up the pace. That's 40 miles for the week. Although that was quite a big percentage jump in miles, the worn out body handled the load well. Will keep the miles around the 40 mark for the next couple of weeks before easing up to 50 mpw. Pleased that the lard's slipping off.
When I was out this morning, I imagined myself running alongside Jake K in the Philly marathon tomorrow. We we're tearing it up. The African lads were about 100m's ahead of us and failing. Jake was working hard but he looked comfortable. Your old dad felt like he was out for a Sunday morning stroll. Jake didn't know that the old fella next to him was yours truly. I dropped in a cheeky, 'Stick at it, Jake; they're coming back to us.'
He took off his shades and gave me a hard look. I noticed his pumped biceps; even his acronium process has the look of a Greek God.
'Bam,' he said. 'Is that you?'
' 'Tis, lad,' I said. 'Now lets get away after those laggards, up ahead of us.'
We'd just gone through the 22 mile mark and disaster struck. I stopped and Jake pulled away.
'Go get 'em, lad,' I shouted after him.
I watched as he reeled in the leaders and then eased away from them.
'Come on, soft boy,' a voice came from the crowd. 'You know you want it.'
There was Russ, stood with a Big Mac and Fries in his right hand, smiling like he knew the meaning of life. In his left hand, he held his new pink umbrella that he purchased in Target and now uses to shelter under, when he runs in stormy weather:)
RHR 53 | 