My last post was titled "
How Many K?". I realized too late I should have called that one "Que K?" It doesn't mean the same thing, but how good is your Spanish anyway?
Two weeks since my last post. Thanks for waiting so patiently. No one bothered me wondering when the next one would show up.
Last weekend I was back in Ohio for a high school reunion. From a running perspective, the high point was Saturday morning when I went out for a run with my friend Mark, who is an experienced runner, or at least a much better runner. (He did a 10K in the same time I ran my 5K). Rain was threatening and about two miles in the rain was joined by thunder and lightening. We don't get much of that in Sacramento, and when I lived in Ohio, you'd lay low when lightening was nearby. Mark has more recent experience with that sort of weather and I asked him if he thought we were safe. He just laughed. As the rain picked up, Mark kicked it up and went back to get his car (at his pace, not mine) and he came back and rescued me. That is turning into a recurring theme this month.
July continues to kick my butt. My body continues to adjust, after a fashion, to the longer distances and the hot Sacramento summer. The mid-long runs (4-5 miles) are typically ok, but the 6-9 miles are tough. In fact today was supposed to be nine miles and ended up being 7 (and that was with a half hour break in the middle - that story is not going into print. Only in person. But it involved a car-based rescue.) I've yet to hit 8 or 9 miles. The next try will be Saturday. 9-10 miles...
On the business end, the point of this marathon is to raise money to fight cancer. Each participant is responsible for raising an amount of money. In my case, the target was $1,500. That goal was met a few weeks ago. That's very cool. And the money keeps coming in, which is also very cool, since cancer hasn't been cured. Thank you so very much for your support.
