COMMUTE 13.8 miles
I ran! Whoop! BE beat me to the track today, sunrise not until 6:25am so we were lucky that the track overheads were on. Created a fun run-in-the-dark effect. We did alternating walk/run laps with the girls track team also there. Probably why the lights were on.
The hip hurt but not terribly. Maybe better an a week or two ago? Or better only because it's rested, and if I were to run tomorrow or Thursday it would continue to get worse? Soooo tempted to run tomorrow before the MRI.
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Via email with the Hennepin Hundred RD I learned I can bib transfer to a runner that I find before Sept 1st, or I can defer to 2020 if I volunteer at least 8 hours. Ha, sign me up that'd be fun! I texted LA who is still in Astana and asked, this would be damned hard build for him and probably a really bad idea. Seems he has a chemistry lab or something that interferes with him getting to the race. For the better.
For me, that means I'm already registered for a race in 2020! HA! That also means my pipe dream of IMWI 2020 is really just a pipe dream? And I'm gambling on the hip -- if the MRI shows more than expected damage (the Dr was throwing around hip labrum as a dx), then I won't be doing a 100 next year. Either way, for 8 hours I can buy myself the time to prepare.
On the bike this morning, while riding to the track for a pained run, I already started scheming for 2020. (BE found this funny, joked that I should keep my hands on the bars, for the rubbing-hands-together idea of scheming, lol). If I heal up from this injury, assuming it's not a serious labrum tear or similar, I can start strength training and PT as needed right away. Build into 2020 and start piling on miles by spring and in contrast to this year - take time for a slow build and not a rush job.
Was this year a rush job? Oh, I don't think so. But everyone else seems to.
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Last night I had a dry ride home, unlike the commute in. During the ride, SO texts "hi". :) I get home and bring Puppy in, let the other puppy out. I follow her and note dribbles of water on the back steps? Some thinking -- and realize it had to come from Puppy. I tip the front tire up and sure enough, water drains out of the left chainstay. FUCK!? I'd texted SO back, he said he might drop off plants. So while waiting to see what comes of that I work on the bike and check the bike forums online for more. This is very likely related to the creak I hear in the bottom bracket. UGH.
SO texts "I'm out front, bring two garbage bags". Huh? I head out and find him trimming the front walk and grass, with the neighborhood kids recruited to pick up the trash, all but the glass, on the block for $20. HA!! And I have plants in the back seat to take out, and I need to sweep, and I need to have everything planted by tomorrow night, and I need to water (no mind of the heavy rains last two days), and Sugar got walked up and down the block by one of StL's faster 10Kers all the while being told "Come on Sugar, I know you got more than that in you". LOLOLOLOL. Gawd I love it. And him.
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Last note on a busy type up. No, second to last. LA asked if I could read over his med school essay. Wow. "It showed me that no challenge is so impossible to break a man, as long as he continues to move forward, keep the head up, and do the best one can at all time. ... I learned that no matter how bad the times appear in the moment, there is always a brighter future around the corner."
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As I'm typing this I'm listening to Tool's Fear Inoculum, my latest craze. YouTube plays next the Humble River by Pucifer, with MJK's smooth voice. Not sure if it's Songlist material or not, but wow, this song about the struggle the sacrifice, and the failure. Sums up my 2019 almost, the success at Badger and the 'failure' into Hennepin? I'll come back to this, after some thought.
Angel, angel, what have I done?I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fireI've conquered country, crown, and throneWhy can't I cross this river?Pay no mind to the battles you've wonIt'll take a lot more than rage and muscleOpen your heart and hands, my sonOr you'll never make it over the river
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