Thump thump thump...was the first thing I heard early Saturday morning. Ah, good morning Topaz! Oh yeah, we'll go for a run today. He shrieked with glee, running to the laundry room door to sit and wait for me.
I looked at the clock; 615 AM. First thought: last week at this time Stuart and I were running toward Sugarloaf, finishing up the hell hole of Crosby Manitou. I thought about the race all weekend long. Where I was when, what I was feeling, what I was doing.
Before I began to dress for my run I looked at the thermometer. WHOA! 31F. Holy man, dig out the pants, gloves and um, the red jacket. Oh yeah.
It was a beautiful, sunny, cold run. I felt great and Topaz ran with glee. Poor pup hadn't run with me in over a week. He biked with me, roller bladed with me, but didn't get his run on. He was a much happier pooch yesterday and I was a much happier human.
We ran 5 miles and then walked/jog another 5 mile loop. Felt good!
Troy had a football game yesterday and something disturbed me greatly. The team we were facing, Milaca, forfeited the game after the first quarter, upon our making a (first) touchdown. The coach screamed 'YOU ARE STACKED!' And quit. I can't quite believe it. We are not stacked. Big Lake does a draft; one coach picks one guy, the other coach picks the next guy. Stacked we are not. The coach pushes our boys hard; they practice more than the other teams and it shows. They run laps upon laps and have great endurance. I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when something like this happens. As Troy and I were leaving the field I heard a Mom sneer "he's on the stacked team.." I looked at her and said "hard training creates wins, not stacking a team" then walked away. I wanted to tell her off, but I kept my cool. I was thinking "BITCH" but held my tongue.
Today is another glorious day. I and Topaz went for another 10 mile run, felt awesome to run a bit harder today and feel my heart rate soar. Good stuff.
Tyler has a double header today. Better get to the field. It's a beautiful day for outside baseball!
Oh, I mailed in my entry to Western States. If I get in, I'm doing the Slam. There. I made up my mind.