Monday

AM 60 minutes easy, 71F and 65%

I was thinking that by the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising, and find that note I left under the door. But then I remembered that was a song and the song didn't say it would be a jillion freaking degrees.

So tomorrow I will run at 5 a.m. when I am told it is only 85-90, "but it's very dry, not like where you're from." Wherever they think I'm from, which is perfectly dry to me, I always thought. So in the morning I will run five or so. I have my Garmin, so maybe I will run 5.1225.

Jim, did you really run here? Spareribs

Sparribs,

It took some getting used to, but I came to really love Phoenix. I didn't start running until after I'd been there about 3 years. During my first June as a runner, my long run tab was 14, 18, 21, 15, 21 with total mileage of 235. Drink plenty of water, where a white hat, and get out there as ofen as you can. That's all there is too it. It's a dry heat, like they say .


Raider,

That finishing kick IS eye popping, that's for sure. I remember the 33-sec 200 at the end of one your 5k trials too. That's fast at any age, let alone for someone who is much closer to 60 than 59. Be grateful you have that kind of talent.

35 mpw with 2-3 days off, a few strides and a couple time trials per month for me = age grade scores in low/mid 70's. Many times I've used an approach that was the same in every way, except for more races than time trials. It was usually during periods when I wasn't that motivated and had other life distractions. When I run more, scores go up to low 80's. The pattern is as clear as the proverbial driven snow.

I don't know what I was worried about. This was paradise this morning at 5:30, about 85 degrees and sun just coming up. I ran east from my hotel on Paradise, past the spring training stadium where the Mariners and Padres play, and about a mile out I found a huge dried up canal that has an asphalt biking/jogging trail on it that goes on and on. I got on that and picked up the speed. Overall my run was slow, but for the last mile when the Triumphal March from Aida came on my iPod. Got in six miles. Can't wait to run that trail tomorrow. Sonofagun we'll have big fun on the bayou. Spareribs

Euphie, no matter the correct lyrics, no gentleman leaves a good-bye note hanging on someone's door.

I dumped my last guy over instant messaging (he totally deserved it)

Ribs, I told you it was a dry heat. Enjoy the area, it beats **** outta Scranton doesn't it?

I age graded the mile. It comes out as 4:12 which means I am a top tier high school runner. Not world class. Maybe now that I am high school level stud runner I can finally get a date with a cheerleader. I'll have get my wife's OK. Of course the date would be platonic.

Jim, truly for you miles are the key. It was for me at one time too. Just not any longer. If i run miles my legs get very very tired and I do not enjoy running. Several years back I gradually raised my weekly miles from 35 mpw to 50 adding in one mile a week. So it took me 4 months. I ran slowly but my now and then time trials began to deteriorate. I thought I would adjust but I didn't. I ran 50 mpw for another 6 weeks before I dropped back. It then took me another month after that before I began to see progress again.

I just decided that like running 70-80 mpw at my peak that my days of running 50 mpw, while doable, were in my past.

As Groucho Marks once said. "I like my cigar but I take it out of my mouth now and then." I think he was referring to something else (lol) but the words resonate with me and mileage.

Raider

Well, you are being humble. Porteous is running hard every 2nd day and
he's only 5 seconds faster than you.

Whitlock was running 3 hours a day for a week, and he beat Earl Fee at
1500.

Different strokes for different folks.

quote:<HR>Originally posted by Spareribs:
I was thinking that by the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising, and find that note I left under the door. But then I remembered that was a song and the song didn't say it would be a jillion freaking degrees.
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decloaking
No, but this song does.

The Furnace Fan
by Robert Earl Keen

We were at the Rhythm Room
In Scottsdale Arizona
It was in the summertime it must have been O2'
We got there way too early and we sat around for hours
Loaded in when the man came down
And the smushball game was through

You can fry and egg out there on the city sidewalk
You can fry your bacon and and and and
I understand why lizards live in sunny Arizona
Why people do and call it home I'll never understand

chorus
It's hotter than a furnace fan out in Arizona
110 ain't nothing when you live out there you see
Stars come out you scream and shout "Hey it's good to know you"
If you're going there and you don't mind say hello for me

Uncle Joe he lives out there in Phoenix Arizona
He wears a cap that spells it out "I'm Uncle Joe"
His kid is in the restaurant biz
So he bought us fourteen boxes
Of chicken strips and ranch style dip
And wings from buffalo

chorus

The room was small but the crowd turned out in Scottsdale Arizona
They listened to the stuff we played
And sometimes sang along
We finished up but they wanted more
So we kept right on playing
We played and stayed in the desert shade
Till we played up every song

chorus

I was never here. re-cloaking


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