October 12 - 19
165min (~24mi), 5 runs. Took a week off after the race and started-up slowly. Did run that 5K at Carleton on 10/18. Used ferocious finishing speed to defeat Biz.
October 20 - 26
240min (~35mi), 6 runs. Got lost around Pike Island with Dan, towed around the river by Joel Wegner, and ran six times. So t'was a successful week.
October 27 - November 2
250min (~37mi), 6 runs. Had a nice run with Dan & Phil with plenty to discuss. Returned to Pike Island on a hot November Sunday.
November 3 - 9
270min (~39mi), 6 runs. Election-prep run with Gehring to get him ready for election judging. Then another nice run with Dan & Phil, but with much less to discuss.
November 10 - 16
290min (~41mi), 6 runs, 80min LR, 1xWkout. Good week, featuring the first long run since TC10mi as well as a Mascioli-Sherman jaunt and my first workout since TC10mi. That was 5x(5min on/5min off). Huzzah!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
It Feels Like Years Since It's Been Here
November 4
Yesterday was November 4th, 2008. I woke up early, only five minutes after Jessica, and I turned on the radio. There's only about a month left with Dale and Jim Ed hosting The Morning Show. They greeted me with Here Comes the Sun and told me it was already 50 degrees in Minneapolis. On Monday it hit 74.
I savored The Morning Show and ended up running late. School had started, but the sun was bright and the sidewalks were still full when I left for work. At 2nd Moon, Cindy gave me my coffee along with a smile and a thank you. I sipped through the rest of the morning, almost too hot for coffee. By the time I met Jessica for lunch it was close to 65. Unraked leaves were bright yellow and thick. We kicked them, crunching through our neighborhood to Pizza Luce, where our waitress thanked us with our lunch.
Minnesota Novembers are not usually so warm. Most years it would have been about 45 degrees, so after work I hopped on my bike for a summery ride. I waved to my neighbors sitting on their porch and felt sweat bead under my corduroys. I crossed the river and sailed the windy afternoon.
By the time I got back and started my run it was 70 degrees. The last time it hit 70 two days in a row during Minnesota's November was 1999. It's only happened four times, though appropriately it happened twice in the 1970s. I loped out the door and thought about The Morning Show. Here Comes the Sun was recorded in 1969, like a warning for those 1970s Novembers as the Beatles said their goodbyes. I crossed the bridge into my old neighborhoods and felt that the wind had grown much stronger. I ran past past landmarks and past past apartments and felt in each the degrees of past past.
We had dinner plans, of course. Jessica and I drove to the Warehouse District to share sandwiches, salads and spirits. We ate, and we also shared TOEFL worksheets, Jon Stewart, cat naps and stronger spirits. It was a beautiful night. We drove home past a throng outside The Nomad World Pub, soaking in the November warmth. Shouts and honks echoed from the downtown streets.
At home we crawled into bed and closed our eyes. It was November 5th, 2008.
Yesterday was November 4th, 2008. I woke up early, only five minutes after Jessica, and I turned on the radio. There's only about a month left with Dale and Jim Ed hosting The Morning Show. They greeted me with Here Comes the Sun and told me it was already 50 degrees in Minneapolis. On Monday it hit 74.
I savored The Morning Show and ended up running late. School had started, but the sun was bright and the sidewalks were still full when I left for work. At 2nd Moon, Cindy gave me my coffee along with a smile and a thank you. I sipped through the rest of the morning, almost too hot for coffee. By the time I met Jessica for lunch it was close to 65. Unraked leaves were bright yellow and thick. We kicked them, crunching through our neighborhood to Pizza Luce, where our waitress thanked us with our lunch.
Minnesota Novembers are not usually so warm. Most years it would have been about 45 degrees, so after work I hopped on my bike for a summery ride. I waved to my neighbors sitting on their porch and felt sweat bead under my corduroys. I crossed the river and sailed the windy afternoon.
By the time I got back and started my run it was 70 degrees. The last time it hit 70 two days in a row during Minnesota's November was 1999. It's only happened four times, though appropriately it happened twice in the 1970s. I loped out the door and thought about The Morning Show. Here Comes the Sun was recorded in 1969, like a warning for those 1970s Novembers as the Beatles said their goodbyes. I crossed the bridge into my old neighborhoods and felt that the wind had grown much stronger. I ran past past landmarks and past past apartments and felt in each the degrees of past past.
We had dinner plans, of course. Jessica and I drove to the Warehouse District to share sandwiches, salads and spirits. We ate, and we also shared TOEFL worksheets, Jon Stewart, cat naps and stronger spirits. It was a beautiful night. We drove home past a throng outside The Nomad World Pub, soaking in the November warmth. Shouts and honks echoed from the downtown streets.
At home we crawled into bed and closed our eyes. It was November 5th, 2008.
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