Humanity may hit the halt button when nature drops a few feet of snow, but the clock rocks on. The calendar is merciless. Reeeee-lentless - Much like the pitiful punster who pens my titles.
I've emerged from the snow blitz older, slightly heavier, still mired in a patch of career quicksand, and whinging endlessly to myself about all things derailed by a little frozen water falling out of the sky. Aches and pains are squawking just a little louder. Woe is me.
On the bright side, I've come thru beaucoup shoveling sans hernia. And, with a bit of creative fact twisting (aka lawyering), I may have a few things going for me. I have no alimony, no child support, no credit card debt, 10 years of base to lean on when resuming training, oh, and plenty of teeth - woohoo!
Actually, my water bottle overflows with good fortune - physical health, loyal friends, great family. Thank you all. Unleash as many embarrassing photos of me as you can dig up - you won't shake me. And if you post 'em on facebook I won't see them, which helps.
Trainingwise, the snow stole my mojo.
Was in a nice groove of run consistency over the last 6 weeks or so. Poised to commit to a race or two, perhaps a mary, and get all sciency with training. Or, at least vary my pace and PE, maybe even strap on the HRM. Mix in some Daniels stuff.
For a long time I've monitored only the duration of runs, guesstimating pace and distance. All intensity has been on the bike, and once a week at most. Recently I started to progress from simply run often, to sprinkling in some structure with a weekend long run and mid-week tempo run.
Enter the effing snow.
Note the appropriately white zone of runlessness on the right side of this chart.
The chart also shows all of my swimming. Oh yeah.
Seems some runners keep right on rolling. They do a particularly fine job of dealing with snow in Boulder.
Locally, the snow didn't stop these crazies. They ran. In their underwear. For charity. Nutters. God love 'em.
2mins, with interviews and video of nearly naked runners in Cupid's Undie Run.
If you need more, short article here , and some pics here.
It's a winter twist on the Hawaii undies run held the (taper) week before the Ironman. It began years ago with a few triathletes poking fun at themselves by donning the gaudiest, skimpiest tri-geek gear and parading around Kona. It's now a staple, and fund raiser. Giving back by taking it off.
One more video. This one re Hawaii undies. Can you ever have too much of athletes in tighty whities?
