Today was an interesting day – I scored Marc’s # for the BAA 10K and ran the Warrior Dash in Amesbury. Of the two, the latter was by far more difficult. My legs are tired, my body more dirt than dirty.
Still trying to get my numbers up. Next week will be better, if less exciting.
Despite their URL, the official name of the Baltimore Marathon is the Baltimore Running Festival, which is fortunate, from an acronyming perspective. Today marks the end of week 1 of 18 weeks of preparation for that event (you can follow my training here). Today is also Father’s Day – to celebrate my dad & I went to Fenway last night to watch the Red Sox lose 4-2 to Milwaukee. We had a pretty good time, I think it’s the first game we’ve been to since 2009, when my old people came to San Francisco & we went to see the Giants beat the Braves. The highlight last night might have been the bus ride back to Allston where we sat behind two moderately to highly inebriated Irish kids, one of which was sporting a 5cm wound on his scalp from an injury of indeterminate origin. The discussion centered around whether the proper solution to such a situation was a trip to the ER to have it stitched up, or whether “lots more beers (and vodka!)” would make things better. Given their professed lack of health insurance I believe they went with the latter option. I woke up this morning wondering how that dude was feeling, & glad I was not him.
Despite LZ being gone off & about in France this past week, I’m little short for week one. Next weekend, the Warrior Dash!
Life will deliver a few moments when something substantial is about to happen, when you know it’s substantial, when you’ve done everything you could to prepare for the moment, but still, you just don’t know. And it would be foolish to pretend otherwise.
I’ve had two new photos on Universal Hub to report. This one on the right, from tonight’s storm, is my first successful attempt at capturing lightning. And the one below, from Earthfest 10 days back. OK Go was playing and a good time was had by most. I’ve since seen a very similar coconut head incongruously grinning at me from a window display in the North End.