December 30th, 2007
I have been in Little Rock, Arkansas since December 19th. In that time, I have been embroiled in some serious familial drama. No fights amongst ourselves, but a situation that required powerful (and ulitmately very time-consuming) show of solidarity. I'm glad to say that I managed to squeeze in my walk/runs by taking liberties with the schedule - I'd do two days on, then a rest day, if I missed a run. I worry about delays in training. I understand now what people mean about balance. This whole situation has taken all of my time. All of it. I have to make running a priority I keep no matter what. This trip has definitely taken a toll on work, as I've had to extend my stay, and haven't really been able to get anything done. Running is turning out to be something I've had to fight for in a way. something to defend


The Hill
The great thing about training here is that Little Rock is one big treadmill on an incline interval training program. Hills. Hills. Hills. Made me feel like the juggernaut true, when I finally conquered a hill that had kicked a new hole in my ass the first time I tried to get up it. I went from having to walk half of it - to being able to get my self to the top, if I talked myself through it - to starting up it and being surprised to look around and see that I was done. Psyched.

People are Nice

Like that nice fellow in the truck who pulled over when he saw a woman sitting on the side of the road. In fact, he and his friend turned around to come see how I was. He was telling his mother all about it on his cell phone. Thank God for humanity. After I ascertained that the ankle twist was non-run-threatening, I did the run anyway...details later.
I ran today, but tomorrow, I'm scheduled to run 20 minutes without stopping. I can't miss that date, even if though it means running three days in a row.
I'm expecting greater ease and more speed when I get back to the city.

Speaking of my Ass
I weigh 124.5 pounds butt naked.
Did I mention the cheesecakes? Purchased as an accompaniment to the pork roast and all that bacon? Thick. Thick. Bacon.