32 freakin' kilometres!
That's how far I ran on Sunday. Four hours and sixteen minutes of run, walk, run, walk. Best part? No dogs. Worst part? Keeping track of the 140 laps I had to run. Minus 25 degrees doesn't agree with my lungs, so I drove to Spruce Grove and ran the track at the Tri-Leisure Centre. Now that I've completed 3/4 the distance of a full marathon, I think I can, I think I can.
Second best part of the run? The Banana's-a-Whey smoothie from Booster Juice after I finished. Nectar of the gods. Better than sex. Especially since sex after that run would have been physically impossible for me anyway.
Ordered my race singlet (I think it's the shirt I'll be wearing) today - and I have no idea what size. I told them to make it loose-fitting. Still a lot of jiggling when I should be jogging.
All for now - Leah made lasagna, and I need energy for hockey tonight.
posted by The Fat Guy @ 5:42 PM
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2 Comments:
Well honey ... I'm proud of you. I'll just call you my little engine.
And by the way ... "better than sex"?? Hmph. Guess who's cut off for a while. ;)
I am so very proud or your accoplishments. You look more and more like the Barry I met so many years ago. You are doing well, congradulations.
Also, I must put in a word for Leah to. She to is doing very very well. She is looking good, her little heart is getting stronger and stronger, hooray!!!
Have a good race in Rome... bring a surprise for me... hahaha.
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