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On Sunday, I ran the Tucson 5000. It was about 75 degrees at the start of the race. By the end it felt like it was in the 80s. I started slower, like Dave told me to. It was kind of fun to watch the sea of people woosh past me, and then to zig-zag through them about a half a mile later. But, unfortunately, I ran too slow. The race felt really hard and I did my absolute best, pushing all the way, but I just didn't have it in me. I finished in 28:11....the heat, the long day before, and a little dehydration took their toll on me. I was really disappointed. I should have at least run closer to 27:00. Hopefully, I'll do better in June.

 

I took Monday and Tuesday off....due to exhaustion. I hit the track tonight but only did ok. Here's our workout: (I didn't keep track of rest times because I forgot my watch.)

 

200 (200 rest) :58

400 (200 rest) 1:56

800 (400 rest) 4:06

1200 (600 rest) 6:11

200 (200 rest) :52?

400 (200 rest) 1:59

800 4:05

(jogged 2200)

 

 

I also need to set goals for this week and report on last week, so here goes:

 

Week 22: 12 miles

Mon: off

Tues: 5 miles

Wed: skipped speed work because of knee

Thurs: no run, family obligations

Fri: no run, travel

Sat: 4 miles (border patrol and drunk driver morning)

Sun: 5k race in Tucson

 

Goal for Week 23:

Mon: off, travel

Tues: off

Wed: Track (5 miles)

Thurs: 5 miles

Fri: off

Sat: 5 miles

Sun: 5 miles

 

I'm hanging in there. Hopefully things will pick up over the next two weeks.

 

 

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This weekend I flew to Arizona and buried my dad's ashes near Bisbee, AZ.  The morning of the memorial/burial, I headed out for a 4 mile run.  It was 5:30am, the sun was just coming over the mountains and it was about 65 degrees.  Beautiful!  As I started out, I noticed a policeman on the side of the road, standing over about 8 people who were sitting on the ground....Mexicans, I guess.  It was border patrol.  I picked up my pace a bit and continued my run down Naco highway toward the border of Mexico.  Soon, I heard a car coming, then another, and another.  It was truck loads of Mexicans being escorted back to Mexico.

 

 

As I continued down Naco Highway I soon came upon an abandoned car on the side of the road, just as a gentleman was pulling up to retrieve something from inside it.  I crossed the road to keep my distance and continued to run.  After the gentleman got what he needed, he pulled right up to me.  With a slur to his words, and an air about his speech that reeked of alcohol....he offered me a ride back to Bisbee.  (A military man perhaps?....he had that clean cut, big muscle look about him.)  I thanked him kindly, while keeping my distance, and ran on.  What a strange day this was turning into.

 

 

Later in the day, I buried my dad's ashes.  My dad was a practical joker.  He would have found my morning quite amusing.

 

 

 

 

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