Yesterday, I made another attempt to find the wall. So at 6:30am I headed off to Broad Ripple to make my attempt at 20 miles on the Monon. The plan was to meet all those joining in with me (BIG thanks again to those who did, have, and will share these long training runs with me....you ALL have made it so much easier and more enjoyable) at 62 street, right next to the Monkey's Tail, and run 2 miles up (or down) from that point and 2 miles back. And we couldn't have asked for a better day. It was going be 65-70 degrees during the entire run time.
Tarak, my Hanover College friend and brother, started the journey with me. We hadn't seen each other in maybe 10 months; so it was great to catch-up and rehash some old days; while looking forward to more frequent interactions in the future. After 4 miles, T passed the baton
onward to Brad. We decided to venture up the Monon at this point; where we are stormed by the Indy Runners (http://www.indyrunners.org/) clubs and many many bikes. But we had a great run and, as always, a good time talking hoops, family, friends.
Brad had to leave the baton with me, as the next 4 miles would be on my own. I dip-thonged it and forgot my ipod; so I was in need of a little internal inspiration for miles 8-12 (since there would be no AC/DC or LL Cool J or Pearl Jam or even Sugarland to get me moving). So thought back to a classic movie and insistently, my stride was lifted. If only I had that famous waffle maker ;o)
Soon, I was reunited with company, as Jake (remember...the dentist) picked up the baton and we headed north again. We had a lively conversation (which I truly needed at the point). I think we talked about teeth (image that), football, hoops, Jake's chinese from the night before, Nintendo Wii, his wedding, and definitely Sarah Palin. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKgNrb3baNM
The final pass of the baton (miles 16-20) was exchanged to Wes. It was key to have someone to run with this last leg. Mile 18-20 were a bit of pain. I started getting aches in places I have never had before....Like my left hip and left achilles. Heck, my stomach was even become ticked off at me (I think Tubby (nickname for my gut) was just hungry). And so, up and back we went; Jake even joined us again for the last mile. Huge!!! Maybe these guys can jump in during the marathon to do the same.
After the run, Wes, Jake, and I went to Einstein's Bagel for a little breakfast treat. That was the best bacon egg and cheese bagel sandwich I have ever eat'n. Then I went back to Jake's to shower and go shopping with the newlyweds (they make lots of return/replace stops at Crate and Barrel these days....as one could imagine). I myself had to buy some skibby's and work garments. Somehow I ended up also buy a pair of jeans, a couple non-work shirts, and a new pair of running shoes (ouch!!!). But my clothes are falling off....and I don't want to get yelled at by my mother anymore... "you look ragged and baggy." Then it was off to watch a little football; followed by dinner back in Broad Ripple at the Canal Bistro Mediterranean Grill.
And then off to the Monkey's Tail for a little live blues; then a swing by OPT's just for old times sake......asleep by 1am.....and I guess I will call that a good day!!!!
Go Colts!!!!!
