With Groundhog Day behind us, and with spring beginning it's annual battle with the end of winter (losing so far, at least where I live), it's time for the annual Snowbuster Festival of Races. This is the fifth year, and I don't know about anyone else, but I'm really hoping the Snowbuster will actually bust the snow this year. Maybe I'm just getting old and cranky. The thought of more days of weather and slippery conditions keeping me indoors for stairs or that silly cross training stuff is not attractive to me. When I look at the winter that's been 2018-19, I will freely admit that it hasn't been nearly as snowy and cold for as long as most of the recent ones. It's really only been the last 2-3 weeks that have been bad. Regardless, I have zero tolerance for it. I was over winter before it even started, really.
Anyway, the rules are simple. You run a race (organized or not) on the designated weekend. This year, it's March 1-4. Since this was originally a half marathon event, a half marathon race is preferred, but I'll convert anything that's at least 5K. You send me your distance and finish time. You PM me your address (which will not be sold to google, btw). You send me pics that prove you did a little something extra, because this is the Loop and you should be doing something a little weird (other than running a race in winter). I compile the data, convert all distances to a pikermi (13.1 miles)( half marathon), and publish the results. I send finisher awards to your house. Everyone wins. The size and range of age groups depend on how many entrants we get. Invite your friends who aren't here. The more, the merrier, I always say (really, I always say that). We all revel in the joy of running and employ our collective mental power on Mother Nature to GIVE US SPRING! And, hey, if you've never done more than lurk until today, please consider joining us this year. We could use your help.
That's pretty much it.
Note those dates again. Friday, March 1 - Monday, March 4. As always, I play fast and loose with the rules. If this is a bad weekend for you, run a little earlier or later and I'll make it work. The important thing is that we're running and we're tired of waiting for the snow to go away. I also don't care if you don't have snow. You should be in better shape than those of us in the frozen tundra, so going 13.1 ought to be a piece of cake.
I miss being able to add a line between blocks of text.
Since last week, I've run three times, had two strength sessions and ran the basement stairs once. Five miles (Tuesday), five miles (Thursday), six miles (Saturday). On Tuesday, I thought about starting Tempo Tuesday early, but decided I wasn't feeling that ambitious. Thursday I had technology issues. Stopping at a light I realized that I'd forgotten to turn Autopause back on after my last stair session. Trying to mess with the settings during a run always turns out badly. On Friday Mrs. Dave reminded me to get a shingles shot, so I did that on the way home. The tech mentioned that a rare side effect is fatigue. I don't usually get the rare side effects, so I thought nothing about the ten miles I intended to run the next day. Until I started running on Saturday. Bleh. So I went six miles and it was no picnic. Yesterday I wanted to run outside but there had been two inches of snow Sunday night and - true to form - not many walks had been cleared. So I went to the stairs, noticing a significant improvement in my stamina since the last time I did them. This exercise stuff works, kids.
What else? We had a dinner invite on Sunday, so we decided to contribute a couple of pies. The list said 5 blueberries, so I grabbed five packages. Apparently the "5" meant 5 cups. Each package has more than that, so I had 9 cups. What to do? I made an extra pie, of course. Also, of course, I got some apples and made an apple pie, too. Pie for dessert, more pie later. Double win.
Today'll be XT. Snow/sleet/rain all day. Messy commute into work today.