look back, review numerous let-downs, move on

january
this year started out great. i pr'd in the mile and 800 (448/210). i beat four of my friends that run for keene st and i definitely had no business beating them. theyre all way better runners than me, and two of them made it to xc nationals, so i was pumped. (i must take a minute to thank fyffe for awarding me 'race of the day' status for that 800, and for naming it 'the 210 smackdown') too bad that day was as good as it would get.

february
i continued the baker st workouts and was able to avoid injury. the only problem was having a sinus infection during the last two indoor meets. i was always tired from it so i wasnt able to improve my times. i was trying my ass and came close but being sick took away just enough energy to keep me from more pr's. but at least i wasnt injured. yet.

march
i was in good shape and getting ready for the new bedford half. i had a goal of running 1:16, which i felt was challenging but possible. i wanted to get one last good workout in before the race, and fyffe and me were talking about 10 x mile at half marathon race pace. it seemed like a good idea so i did it. i averaged 543 pace and felt really good doing it. the next day my lower abs hurt so bad i couldnt sit up in bed. i have had the injury every day since then. most days, i took advil so i could run, cough, laugh, and sneeze. i didnt expect that workout to injure me because of the slower pace compared to all 400s did without a problem throughout the winter. man, was i wrong.

april
after a few weeks of easy running, my torn abs felt less like i was being stabbed each time took a running step. when i took advil it felt even better, like i was getting poked with a finger instead with a knife. i didnt race too well but at least i was still avoiding any injuries with my legs.

may
i was starting to get some good training in again. the ab pain was always there, but i was able to start working out again without too much pain. i had a good race at wachusett mtn, and i won a 5k by 3 minutes and got a course record (1st annual of course).

june
i ran the 3 fastest miles of my life at the hollis 5k (15:58). i dropped out at 3 miles because i wasnt going to pay 30 bucks for a pr that doesnt really count. i was very pleased with that time, especially considering i did a workout the day before. a few days later, i caught some kind of stomach bug and spent 24 hours in bed. this wasnt a normal bug though. i was so sick i couldnt eat anything for 4 days. this made it tough to run.

july
it took a couple weeks to get my energy levels back after that stomach bug on roids kicked my ass. i was running like shit, and getting dropped on long, hilly runs. this was discouraging because my specialty is grinding out those tough runs and hanging with people who are way better than me. as soon as i was feeling strong again, i got injured. it was my achilles. i couldnt do any fast running because it irritated it more. every day before i ran, i had to take advil, walk for 15 minutes to get it loose, and put heel lifts in my shoes. this went on for two months.

august
i refused to take time off, and just accepted running slower. the good thing about the achilles injury was that it gave me chance to do some epic long runs. i did a 3 hour 43 minute run and it was one of the best days of the year. i could have run another hour. i was slow, but i had gotten very strong.

september
the achilles was starting to get better. i ran the pisgah 50k and then i took a week off. when i started running again, the injury was gone.

october
i had a lot of solid workouts and tempo runs. my legs felt good and i raced well at the ksc invite.

november
getting plantar fascitis was annoying, and all of my races were terrible.

december
the achilles bursitis wasnt fun, and neither was the bruised knees and the passing out.

there. the book on 2010 has been slammed shut. im so ready for 1.1.11. bring it on.

more issues

in order to be respectful of each reader's differing levels of free time/attention span, i have included a long and a short version of the latest issue. it did cross my mind to put the long story first and say it was the short, which would once again subject everyone to my scatterbrained rants, but i decided to give an easy out this time. if youre extremely busy, or feeling like a 1st grader, read the short one. if youre extremely bored out of your mind and you need something to do, read the long one.

here is the short one:
i have not run in two days. this is because my knees are very sore. they are sore because something happened while walking across the kitchen. i passed out and fell. when i fell i think i landed on my knees. i also think i hit my head. i can only guess at all of this because i dont remember falling down. i also think i was out cold for a minute or two. no, alcohol was not involved.


long story: (my apologies if you read this despite not being really bored)

well, i was starting to feel like the latest of my nagging injuries was gone, (and theres a good chance thats true) but i wont know for sure unless i run. confused? its ok. ill start making sense soon. i took yesterday and today off in order to be proactive on a new possible injury. before i go into detail, i must point out to those who know me well that alcohol was not directly involved in this incident. yesterday morning i got out of bed very fast and immediately felt dizzy. i also felt way too hot so i headed to the door so i could go out and get fresh air. i didnt make it. the next thing i remember was waking up dripping with sweat and lying face down on the kitchen floor (sounds kind of like a vh1 behind the music special, but without the cocaine and groupie sex). i think i was out cold for a minute or two. looking back on the day before, i realized i didnt drink any water after i got done running. i didnt drink anything (dumb, i know). so i guess passing out is what happens when you dont drink water for 24 hours. a few minutes after i woke up, i noticed that my hand was sore, and i had cut my head and chest. i think when i fell i landed on the trash can, then hit my head on the wall and hit the floor with my hand caught under my body. all of that might sound like the aforementioned (big word, i know) new injury, but i still havent gotten to that. once i got up (slowly this time) i noticed more problems. my knees were killing me. i must have hit them on the floor during the fall (along with everything else). i had a lot of trouble walking around, especially up and down the stairs. this is where i might have an injury. today, the knees are sore but not as bad as yesterday. im going to take some more time to let this get better, then ill try it out to see how it feels. ill be careful not to rush back into full training, due to past experiences with a similar incident. a few years ago, i fell hard on my knee, got a bone bruise, tried to run through it, made it worse, and missed two months of running when i might have only missed a week or two if i let it rest. it may seem that i should be more concerned with passing out and hitting my head while not drunk, but i really only care about missing days of running. maybe ill have better luck with injuries next year. at least i only have to wait a few days.

what a waste of your time, but i warned you. sorry im not sorry.

another fun christmas is in the books, despite the fact i just woke up from a four-hour-trying-to-get-rid-of-a-sinus-headache-nap. even if i feel like a pile of ds, its always one of the best days of the year. this is obviously due to the opportunity to hang with family, catch up on life, bs a little, bust balls (a lot), and throw back a few beverages. thats a solid list of good stuff, but there is one more bit of awesomeness that needs mentioning, and i know you all can see it comin. yes, im talking about what happens (to be more accurate, i should say 'what stops happening') in the afternoon that makes me almost wet my pants with liquid holiday cheer. im talking about the time when the auditory vomitorium that most call christmas music finally stops. the great news doesnt end there. once the music stops it means i can go another 11 months without being subjected to such horror. i can once again walk into a supermarket (or pretty much any kind of store) without wishing i had eardrum removal surgery (not sure if that is a real procedure). i can once again drive my car without wishing someone had broken into it by way of a shattered window and stolen my radio. yes its true, christmas gives a gift that lasts- 11 months to be exact. ahh, my headache feels better already. life is good. good luck to the guys running at the bu meet tomorrow. unrelated topic: i am craving chinese food. i will satisfy that urge within two days. church.

14 miles. took it easy. 1:43.

9 miles. 1:03. i felt good.

this injury is annoying. resting doesnt do a lot to help it. im just going to run as much as it lets me. if its 70 a week, good. if its 40 a week, it sux but its better than nothin. thats all i have to say about that.

after two days off to rest this annoying achilles problem, i got in about 8 miles today without pain, so that was cool. but there were some way cooler things that happened. i went down to watch the keene crew run in the b.u. mini meet. fyffe, hammett, goup, and haley all ran great. they negative split all of their races. it was fun to watch. (official times arent up yet so deal with it) church.

baker st is in full effect

it was so gd cold but it was good to get the tradition started up again. 10 miles. i felt good.

annoying ice

10 miles. i knew i was going to have to finish in the dark, which meant i wouldnt be able to see where all the ice was. i decided the safest place to run the last few miles was main street, because the sidewalks were lit up pretty good. i was feeling tired but i saved some for town.

11 miles. 1:24. it was good to run at a comfortable pace and not stress about having to keep up with anyone. its always great to run with a group but right now feeling good is more important. i have to get out of the routine of forcing my body to run fast when it doesnt want to, at least for a little while. this hasnt been a good racing year, so last week the coach (we all have different ones) came up with a new plan to help me get right again. the plan is simple: just run. the only goal is to average ten miles a day. im not going to worry about races or missing a workout. when i feel good, ill run fast. when i dont, i wont. from august '07 to december '07, i did almost this exact plan, but without realizing it. i averaged 70 a week, didnt force workouts, and was satisfied with my racing. if it worked before, it should work again. i think im going to like this.

11 miles. i felt terrible the whole run. i had tired hip flexors and i couldnt figure out why. i was bitching non-stop to goup about how bad i felt. he tolerated it well. when we got back i estimated 1:20 but i got some good news finally. goup checked his watch-1:12. i felt better about feeling terrible once i heard that, because it meant we werent going anywhere near as slow as i thought. ok that was a strange sentence. i cant tell if it even made sense. this could mean only one thing-chromuim levels are dangerously low. time to get to work on that.

7 miles. 50 min. feel ok. time to start rackin up miles.

untimed run. felt like about 7 miles. didnt have any problems.

i cant wait anymore. its easy to take a day or two off but four days is too hard. i will try a short run tomorrow.

did some more lifting. triangle pushups, planks, and dips. its not that bad i guess. ive decided to give the achilles the whole week off even if i feel good.

so far im doing ok dealing with the possibility of missing a lot of time. i think ill be able to make it this whole week without completely losing my mind. that could change if the week off isnt enough, but its too early to stress about that.

dr no gets revenge

well, at least i was satisfied with my running for 24 hours. unfortunately, the evil forces were at work today and they went to work on my achilles. it was bugging me all week but it was never really hurting, so i thought i was ok. i was wrong. i got the bad news about ten miles into the run today, and i had to stop running. the pain got so bad that even just walking was painful. the worst part was that i had to walk for about 45 minutes back to gregs house, getting colder by the minute but unable to warm myself up since i couldnt run. it took about an hour to get the feeling back in all of my fingers. luckily, greg had chromium replacement beverages in his fridge so that took my mind of off how i was feeling. surprisingly, im not as bummed out as you might expect. i think ill be ok mentally as long as i dont have to miss more than a week. theres a good chance ill just forget about indoor track this winter, and focus on letting my body fix itself. right now i dont feel that bad about that, but if im not running by christmas i might be easily mistaken for the grinch.

dr no is nowhere to be found

11 miles. jingle bell run 5k, 1759 (official results show a slower time-i feel shocked). my plan for this race worked. the goal was to forget about time and just try to put in a stronger effort mentally. lately my legs have been unresponsive in races and workouts, which has put me in a negative mindset, so my race times have been discouraging. i figured since i did a hilly 12 yesterday, i would have no pressure to run a good time because of how tired my legs would be, and that would let me focus only on staying tough. this might seem like an odd strategy, but i tapered for the last few races and got no pr's, only disappointment. sure enough, i had some tired legs today. the only problem was that they felt about 1,000 times worse than i was expecting (ds 80,000). i noticed myself getting dropped during the warmup (we were only running about 730 pace) and i had to put an effort in to stay with the group. that is never a good sign, but i didnt let it get me down. after seeing the course (very hilly 2nd mile and windy in every direction) i wondered how much slower than 6 minute pace i was going to run. i quickly reminded myself that i was not going to care about the time. i did some strides before the race and my legs reminded me again how much they hated me for what i was about to make them do. the race started and i felt fatigued about 5 seconds in. i managed to fight through it the whole way and didnt let anyone pass me. there were a few times where i tried to put in a little extra push, but as soon as did, i felt like was going to deuce in my shorts. i had to return to my previous pace each time that happened. it turned out to be a good thing that i conserved those tiny bits of energy because i started running out of gas with a half mile to go, and i could feel myself wobbling bad. i had nothing to kick with but i was able to find enough to make it look like i was almost sort of kicking a little bit. i was surprised to see that i had gotten in under 18 minutes. my splits were 536/607/547/30. i fell off bad on the 2nd mile because of the hill, but only because of my intentional non-taper, so im ok with it cuz i didnt quit on the climb. i needed a day like this where my mind was in the race the whole time, and my legs were reacting when i wanted them to. its been about 6 weeks since i was pleased with a race, so this is definitely a good thing. i guess what im getting at is that i told dr no to suck it, and then i went out and ran hard.
in unrelated events, one of my new followers is non other than the infamous nick cash! i think its pretty cool (implied nc).

12 miles. 1:30. im racing tomorrow but i decided not to taper. this way ill have a reason for only being able to run 6 minute pace. maybe ill feel good and run a decent time, but i still think the monkeys are more likely.

10 miles. 1:09. moderate soreness. didnt need advil, but it would have made it more enjoyable.

9 miles. track workout. mile, 4x4.  518,74,72,76,74. the wind was a factor but still i thought id run faster. indoor starts in a week and i dont feel too excited about my lack of speed. maybe ill surprise myself and run fast. or maybe monkeys will fly out of my ass. at this point it seems like the monkeys are more likely.

i suppose i could have run today but pizza, beer, and spicy sounded way too good. i got 90 miles the last 8 days while battling nagging injuries, so a day off isnt a bad idea.

epic run, epic taint chafe

24 miles. 3:20. the bad-asses involved were me, greg, jonny, and bentley. i dont always enjoy running in rhody, but this run was awesome. we were on single track trails almost the whole time. its hard to find good trails down here, so theres a good chance we just ran all of them in one shot. everything about this run was awesome. i didnt have any problems with my feet, and my energy levels were good, despite only getting three hours of sleep (all night i had been looking at a clock that was two hours slow. weird, i know). i avoided bonking even though i had trouble getting a lot of food down for breakfast and unexpectedly found no gatorade in the fridge. also, we ran over some cool rock formations that i never knew existed. definitely awesome. ok, so i guess there was one thing that wasnt awesome. about an hour into the run, i started to chafe, which is never fun. some people chafe under their arms. others on the inner thighs, and theres always the aesthetically pleasing nipple chafe. i had none of the above. i had the ever-popular (or not) taint chafe (some say grundle). i didnt want to think about it, so i tried to focus on my footwork. that helped at first, but the burning kept getting worse. i was pulling and tugging on my clothing the rest of the way, trying to get slightly less uncomfortable. i was also trying not to complain about it alot. by the end of the run, it burned so bad i couldnt go more than two minutes without thinking about it. somehow, it didnt ruin the run for me. i was so happy to be done because it meant the worst of the burning was over. i was wrong about that. i like really hot showers, so i was suffering pretty bad. in spite of that, i would do this run again, but not without putting sport shield down there first. since im now on the subject, it reminds of when we were at a race and a friend asked if anyone had some sport shield he could borrow. i let him use mine, and he started using it on the standard chafe spots. about halfway through he asked, 'you dont mind?'. i said 'its no prob, i only use it on my balls anyway." he froze. 'nah, im messin with ya', i said. but after today, there will be no joke about it. i will be so lubed up down there it will look like im ready to do something other than run. (yes i went there. you will too if you want to get the joke.) 77 miles this week. church.

8 miles. 56:30.

lets not rock around the xmas tree

its started already. i love christmas, but there is one aspect of the holiday that we could totally throw out the window and i wouldnt be the least bit sad. im talking about the extreme overplaying of christmas music. we're not even in the same month as said holiday and im already at my limit. i was driving for no more than a half an hour today and i heard five of these friggin vomit inducing eardrum puncturing horror shows. this problem is not limited to otherwise unknown artists (ex. the chick who sang rockin around the christmas tree. come on, theres nothing rockin about that song. and maybe she was famous in 1950, but i dont know who the hell she is). some of the most famous and successful artists have fallen victim to the horror. bruce springteen reminded us who was comin to town (not the worst thing ive heard, but who really wants to hear that when they could listen to born in the usa? easy call, think about it). the worst ever comes from a member of arguably the most famous and influential band of all time. i am not a fan of this band but i respect their influence on the evloution of music. the respect, however, does not include this song. really, paul? that is shit! youre a gd beatle! what is up with that music? you could have done so much better. i know it was 1979, so the synthesizer may have seemed slightly ahead of its time, but it sounds like it should have been in a video game (clearly, nintendo decided it wasnt good enough for super mario bros). why is it that singers who consistenly give us quality songs for their entire careers think its acceptable to produce absolute garbage when it comes to christmas music? and why is it that everyone but me chooses to accept these half-ass efforts? (i take that back. half-ass is far too much credit.) how can so many people not see through this? these songs are crap, and no one cares. you might be asking yourself, is this a-hole the biggest grinch in the world? of course not, but coincidentally, one of only four christmas songs that i like is all about that awesome little green jerk. in no particular order, here are the only christmas songs that i ever want to hear.
-youre a mean one, mr grinch
-i wont be home for christmas
-fairytale of new york
-happy holidays, you bastard
(also, i can occasionally tolerate songs by mariah carey and taylor swift.)

ok, deep breath. now that im fully hydrated with haterade, i think its time to run off some frustration. but if i hear silent night coming from an open car window, there might be a rock flying back through that same open window.

13 miles. 1:32. no terrible music coming from passing cars. no broken windows.

i have issues

11 miles. 1:11. there was supposed to be a 5 mile race in there, but considering the time i ran, i can hardly consider it a race. i had to change my usual goals due to my disaster at lil rhody a few days ago. at that race i felt terrible, and didnt keep trying to push it. i knew my time was going to suck so i shut it down early and finished comfortably, 4 minutes slower than last year. racing like that isnt going to get me back to where i was last year. today the goals were to (1)feel good and to (2)stay tough. i didnt want to worry about time, because then it would get the negative thoughts going. that never helps if you want to run fast. my legs didnt feel that great (again), so goal 1 was not going to happen. i managed to put that out of my head for most of the race, and i did a pretty good job of keeping the positive thoughts going. i kept pushing despite seeing splits on my watch that should have felt kind of easy. i got a little soft the last minute when i should have been trying to kick, but i met goal 2 about 90% anyway. im not pleased but with the race, but at least i dont have a totally horrible feeling about how it went (even though last year i ran 28:14 and this year i ran 30:03). i dont feel even close to being ready for indoor, but thats another problem for another day. its time to start thinking about stuffing, mashed potatoes, and chromium replacement.

8 miles. 59 min. the feet didnt feel too bad. i should be able to race tomorrow. the plan is to keep the thoughts positive, even if i feel like a ds80. last week i wasnt able to do that, and it made me feel even worse, which of course made me run even slower. i cant let myself get like that this time.

feet hurt a ton. not good. got some new trainers.
we'll see if it helps.

am 5 miles. pm 8 miles. no advil. both feet hurt. a lot.

race report

imagine running fast. i didnt.

taking a break from taking advil

i decided to take it easy the last few days in the hopes that a nagging injury will go away. for the last month ive had annoying plantar fascitis. here is a brief summary of how each day of that month went: wake up, get the feeling like im stepping on a rock barefoot, limp around at work til about noon, eat lunch, take advil, start my run two hours later, feel discomfort in my foot, finish the run anyway, repeat the next morning. yes that does mean ive been taking advil every day. if i didnt, i wouldnt have been able to run. i was also icing and rolling a tennis ball under my foot. doing all that made it so i could keep training, but i knew i would have to rest it at some point. hopefully, the time off from running will heal my foot. hopefully, the time off from advil will delay the eating away of the lining of my digestive system (or whatever the hell happens as a result of long term advil snacking. everyone tells me a different crappy result. if you feel compelled to offer your medical advice that i will scoff at and ignore, be my guest. yes, i am aware that i am a richard). the time off should also give me fresh legs for the race tomorrow. of course, racing means i will be back on the sauce. advil. well, i made it three days without it. waxicula. i mean whatever.

today was an ok day (implied nick cash)

dark already. this t9 rivals.

nick cash nation !!!!

if you were at dillos tonight, you know whats up.
if not, that sux.

fried from yesterday. taking a 0.

railbed tempo 56:54 (about 9.5)  11 miles total  1:07

today we went to a race in leominster, mass because 'someone' (guilty party will remain anonynous) said there was a fast 5 miler. that was not the case. instead, what we ran was harder than the nuby lake summer sizzler 5 miler. ferenc (previously anonymous guilty party), hammett and goup had good races. i did not. i couldnt get my legs to move. im not sure why. thats all i have to say about that.

10 miles  1:10

10 miles  1:11   that porcupine was in the same spot as yesterday. watching, waiting, roid raging. i dont like him. i think he is mean.

porcupines on roids

we had a solid 5 man wolfpack today, and also a 5 wolf wolfpack. one of the wolves bit a porcupine and was full of quills. this porcupine was a total richard. it stood next to a tree to watch the quills get pulled out. the thing looked pissed, but it didnt walk away. it just glared at us. it was angry, possibly from steroids. somehow, everyone made it back alive. 9 miles. 55 minutes.

worked late. took a 0. daylight savings sucks.

potential for disaster

6 miles.  10x200.  34 sec.  i didnt really want to do a workout the day after a tempo run so i made it an easy one. i had to do this today since i cant go to the workout tomorrow cuz i have a class after school til 415. im not thrilled about it but i have a long way to go on getting all of my professional development hours in. if i didnt do it and lost my teaching certification that would be a total disaster. speaking of total disasters, i found myself in a situation today which had the potential to be arguably the worst kind of disaster known to man. no i am not talking about the tsunami, the tornado, earthquake, california wildfire, bla bla, etc. i am of course speaking of the 'public embarrasment disaster'. man, thats bad. it doesnt get much worse than that. allow me to set the scene. 630 pm, multi purpose room above the gym at the college, professional development class on the functional training of athletes. at that time i was wondering what you might be wondering now- what the eff is that? well it meant that for the duration of the class, we would be learning and doing dynamic stretches, warm up movements and core exercises. that was not the real problem though. the class itself would have been really fun (implied nick cash) except for one little (big) issue. now im wondering if youre wondering when i am going to get to the gd point. ok so about halfway into the class we needed to get a partner so we could share the equipment. a college student asked me if i needed a partner. she was probly 19 or 20 and good looking. seeing as how im not a total dumbass, i said sure. about 0.13 seconds later i felt a horrible rumbling inside my stomach. nooooo!!! for dinner i ate burritos with 3 different kinds of beans. that was a mistake. and of course we were starting the core exercises, which means all you do is tighten every muscle in your stomach, back, and ass in order to complete the movements. i was not excited about this due to the fact that i was already using all my stomach, back, and ass muscles to hold in gallons of nasty bean gas that wanted out BAD. i should point out that this room had a terrible echo, and mirrors all the way around, so there would be no way to attempt a test fart. no hiding behind a big person in the hopes people will just assume it was him. and no hope of escape. i was clenching everything as we did about 5 plank variations, a few squat variations, crunches, and balance ball exercises. i almost lost everything when i was doing a plank with my feet on the balance ball. i held it in so bad, the resulting involuntary shiver was so strong it almost shook me off the ball. at this point the pressure was so strong in my stomach and the pain was so bad i decided it would be worth the embarrassment just to get rid of the pressure. i was within seconds of pulling the trigger when the instructor decided to end the class. i got out of there quick. the final stats were as follows: shooting stomach pains-3, changes in sitting position-5, invlountary shivers-14. i got to my car (it took 39 sec to get there, so i estimate it was about a 400 away), started driving, did my best dale doback, and cursed the slow rate in which the power windows went down. thats all i have to say about that.

10 miles  1:02   that was tough

the big guy runs fast

me and big dave ran lil rhody in 61. dude pr'd by 4 min.

10 miles  1:10

16 x 200. 200 jog. averaged 34. easy workout. 6 mile total.

7 miles. ton of foot pain. advil is weak. not happy about it.

Hater-Ade is not officially recognized as a healthy sports drink substitute

track workout...

...but first...

...i will now address the minions (err...followers) who have clearly consumed more than their fill of the diabolical substance pictured below.



ok ive had my fun. i fully expected a couple of nasty comments, and i got them, welcomed them in fact, (i laughed, which caused me to almost micturate my pants while reading), then strongly considered doing nothing about it, but thought better of it. so i guess ill put the workout times up there. the hater-ade hammetts no longer need to continue their alternative hydration methods. please resume drinking gatorade like the rest of us. well at least until tomorrow.


warm up
4/8/12/12/8/8/4      
80/238/357/357/235/229/68
cool down
11 mile total

i was supposed to go another lap on the 2nd 12 and the 2nd 8. i wanted to finish them but i could feel the signs of rigging coming quick so i stopped. with a large group of friends watching, theres no need to suffer thru what would have been at least 200m of ambulatory paralysis, the kind of rig that is so loud that everyone wishes they had those giant headphone earmuffs like the guys that hold the orange lite-up sticks on the airport runways, but they cant get them because we're not at an airport, we're at a high school track and no one would ever be carrying any of those things with them at a track, so all anyone can do is jam their fingers into their ears until they feel the wetness of their brain and either watch in horror or turn away in disgust as their friend staggers down the final straight looking not so much like a runner but more like one of the zombies from shaun of the dead. anyway, that type of disaster doesnt help you get faster and its just about the worst thing you could make your friends have to see. at least in public. if you can think of anything worse, by all means dont hold back. this could get interesting. also i must say congrats to you on having read the world's longest non run-on sentence. church.

7 miles   51:00   i did not feel good today. it might have something to do with the sinus infection/headache which was attempting to push my eyes out thru my forehead. that was an all day experience for me. very exciting.

10 miles  1:13

day 2

1st day totals: followers:2 comments:2 haters:1 my thoughts:0

currently nothing interesting to report. the rhody-based fan club of one holds his collective breath.