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Trippin' South. Best run in a long time. Looking ahead.

I considered starting out with a big nostalgia piece about the death of the Loop on Runner's World Online. But I figure I've written enough nostalgia-themed blogs over the years that it would be sort of redundant. On top of that, last week sort of snuck up on us all (thanks so much, RW). When I got the note from Cliff about hosting us on a new site, I jumped aboard that train as fast as I could. The smart thing might have been to do a bunch of research and have discussions with various Loopsters and then come to a consensus on something. Don't think any additional explanation is necessary. Everyone knows my history when it comes to doing the smart thing. At any rate, here we are in the "new" Loop, with our very own domain name no less. At the very least we have a place for our blogs to go and we can keep our community alive. We also have control over our destiny. We can evolve and grow as we think best, and that's really what any human being (runner or not) wants, isn't it? So, let's keep what we've always had - love, support, positivity - and add some creative energy around our new home, making it bigger and better than it was before. Pass the word to old and new runners friends about where we are and what we do. I'm looking forward to seeing some fun stuff. Not from me, of course because I'm boring, but most of you are, so get busy. Got to figure out how to do pics and video and other interesting stuff. And one more shout out to Cliff for hosting. Whether this is your hobby or side business or your full time gig, your work is greatly appreciated. (everyone show Cliff some Loop Love) You should write something by way of introduction. I doubt any of us know much about you. I saw you're a cyclist more than a runner (which is OK, I guess).   Hey, so I guess at this point I'll get on with a report on my latest adventure. This was a short weekend at my DS2's in Louisville. He's had a rough several months and needed some serious support. We'd have had him come up to the house, but it seemed a better idea for me to go there. I took off work early on Friday, and Abby and I made the drive down I-75. Funny that whenever I drive now I think about Loopsters, mentally waving as I zip by anywhere near someone's home base. There's RunningLoopy around Dayton, RunnerGuyMark in Findlay, Lawrenceaa in Cincinnati/Florence (I think she moved to the other side of the river). I also like to try and hook up with Loopsters in my destination city, but there was no time for that this weekend. There was always the chance I'd randomly run into one. Scoff if you like, but it's happened before, in Louisville. I literally almost ran into n2runningbad (a.k.a. Dean) early one morning on 3rd Street. Anyway, this was almost the best drive I've ever had on I-75. Through Ohio, it's always under construction. No idea why. This time I only lost a half hour going through Cincinnati. Until I got near Louisville, where there was a big accident a few miles to the east of town, exactly in my way. I hopped off the freeway and called DS2 and he guided me in on the back streets. That still took quite a bit of extra time, but at least it was a pretty drive through the suburbs. I don't get to L'ville often enough to avoid feeling mostly lost whenever I go there. And Siri has pretty much ruined the sense of direction I used to be so proud of having. In total the drive took me an hour longer than normal. Should have driven through Indiana.   By the time I got to the apartment it was almost 7pm, so we ate and watched a movie (Equilibrium - a 2002 dystopian treatment starring Christian Bale, sort of 1984/Fahrenheit 451 on a budget), then planned the rest of the weekend. That was going to consist mostly of putting his apartment in order. Did you know neatness is one of the first casualties of depression? True story. I can't even tell you. The work was cathartic as well as profitable. We got a crap-ton of things straightened up, cleaned up and tossed out. We also had plenty of time to talk through a lot of things. Things you can't really talk about over the phone effectively. I can't fix everything that's happening in his life, but I can be there and share a few things I've learned from stumbling my way through my own messed up version.   I got up early for my ten miler while DS2 slept in. The weather was heavenly. Clear, calm, 50-ish. The sun was just about to come up behind me. It's about a mile on a bike path across the street to some quiet neighborhoods and two good sized parks (Seneca and Cherokee). L'ville is kind of hilly. I worried about that. I haven't felt great since I started running again a few weeks ago. I worried about that, too, but I tried to make myself slow way down and just enjoy the run whatever the pace. I think I figured out what's up with my slowness lately. Three things. First, I was overtrained for SFO and it's taking a long time to recover fully. My legs have just felt dead on so many runs. Secondly, I started this comeback (from the foot) with slightly longer runs than I normally do after a layoff. What I've done in the past is run two miles/day for a week, then three, then four, with a slightly longer Saturday (6 days running per week). This time I'm doing less days (4-5) but longer runs. And of course it was still too hot and humid for human survival. I was frustrated with my 9:30-10:00 miles on these runs, but I think I'm finally starting to chill on that. There's no reason to think I can run 8:00s right now. So, with ten hilly miles ahead of me, I started out nice and easy. Holy moly, how nice it is to run when it's not 90 degrees! Kept the pace reigned in, slow and steady. There were walkers, runners and cyclists ALL OVER THE PLACE. There were also two 5Ks going on in different parts of Cherokee Park. Not everyone waved or nodded, but overall it was a friendly runner morning. I passed some people, got passed by others. My route was opposite both races I saw, so there was no confusion there. Remember when I was mistaken for the pikermi leader that one time? There was a half mile past the park I had to run to get my mileage in. Beautiful old neighborhood with big homes next to the park. There was serious Code Abby event. My stomach had been rumbling off and on for a couple of miles, but Cherokee doesn't have much in the way of comfort stations. I knew there was a little play area - Willow Park - with facilities ahead and thought I could make it there (of course you never really know). Locked! Out of desperation I poked my head in the door of a building guard at a swanky high-rise condominium building. The guy inside took pity on me and buzzed me into the lobby, and not a moment too soon. I'll spare you the details, but just say that five miles from your starting point is no place for gastrointestinal issues. Relieved, I set Hal up to take me back to my starting point. With all the winding back and forth along my route I was afraid of missing a turn on my way back and adding mileage that I wasn't ready for. Turned out there was only one spot where I was unsure which turn to take (or not take, actually, I think). About half way back was when I realized that except for the pitstop at the condo building I hadn't had to stop or walk once, even climbing the hills in Cherokee. Ten miles. Yeah, I'm still a little slow - 9:38 pace with a few around 10:00 even - but it was a smooth, comfortable run that I actually enjoyed. It's been a while since I had one of those. The rest of the weekend went pretty well. I think DS2 got as much as I was able to give him, and hopefully he'll continue to improve. That's what I got for today. Except for geeking out on the Loopsters at Wineglass a little bit. But those are their stories to tell.  

Dave

Dave

 

I'm me, what can I say?

The 'Lounge' option disappeared - is this going to be considered the NRR spot?? Only one way to find out, eh?   So if the end of The Loop on RW felt like the last day of summer camp, it seems fitting that this fresh start in the 'new' Loop should feel like the first few days of a new school year. Everyone is all excited to see each other, catching up on what we all did over the summer break, checking out who is wearing the latest new fashions...   I was never one to be in just one clique in high school, or college for that matter - I kind of got along with pretty much everyone. Thank god social media wasn't a thing back then though. Kids could be mean enough in person, I don't envy the youth of today having to deal with cyber bullying and the such. So imagine my surprise when I realize my reaction to having been unfriended on FB - by a few people - all of which were/are Loopsters. At first I was all like  . But then I was all pffffffffffft - whatevs. It's kind of embarrassing though - I'm approaching the big five-oh soon, and I feel like I've reverted back to being a teenager and my feelings are all hurt 'cuz I didn't get a Valentine from everyone in class. Now, don't get me wrong - I know I've never met a majority of you, and those I have met in person were way back at the first Philly LoopFest and it was only for a few hours. So you really don't know me from Adam. But I guess when I dropped out of sight after my mom passed away and my feet issues stopped me from running, the fact that I wasn't contributing led to that click of the button. I know there were times when my only posts were on the negative side, but hey - it's what I was going through at the time. I'm not one of those people who only shares the 'unicorn pooping sunshine' stuff in life. That's not real life. Not mine anyways. (p.s. - who else now thinks we need a unicorn-pooping-sunshine emoji?!?) I don't want others to feel like they can't be real with me. If you're having a shitty day, say it. It won't rain on my parade. Sometimes a good old fashioned rant is necessary. And it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm looking for any response. I don't need to be coddled. And sometimes, quiet is just as good. Maybe sitting by myself in the cafeteria and reading a book during lunch is just what I need at the particular time. It doesn't mean that you have to try to come over and cheer me up, but it also doesn't mean that I want to be avoided or not be friends any more.  Maybe I'm just being childish - WAH - someone unfriended me - boo hoo. And if so, then so be it. But who doesn't feel that way now and again? I'm just one of those people who says it out loud. By now that shouldn't surprise most of you. Old age = less filter and less given about it. (Holy moly - the emojis are big enough that I don't even need my glasses to see 'em!) And now I have no idea where in the heck I was going with this whole thing. What can I say - I'm blonde and I'm not getting any younger.  I guess what I'm trying to say (besides thanks for hanging in there if you read this far) is that I'm not going anywhere. I may not comment, etc. on every little thing, and I can't guarantee I won't disappear from time to time. But I'm also not going to apologize for it and I'm certainly not going to let myself feel offended (anymore) if someone decides to 'pull the trigger' because of it.  With that being said - can I sit with you guys at lunch today? 

meowmom

meowmom

 

The journey is starting

My life has slowly been changing since 2012 when I was in pure Ironman training, and everything I did was on the road.  It's tough to describe where most of you may have stopped hearing from me, but as a quick summary, I finished Ironman Wisconsin in 2012.  After that, I went through a huge depression with a job that was not only not challenging me, but also, left me feeling like every day was the worst day ever.  Anyways, I found the trails to be my outlet. By 2014, I decided that I wanted to complete a 100 mile race.  I entered the Leadville 100 lottery, and I was denied.  I took this as an opportunity to work backwards and work up to that distance slowly.  By 2015, I ran Superior 50 in Lutsen, MN.  The SHT (Superior Hiking Trail) gave me all I could handle that year, and I realized my decision to take a step backwards was the correct one.  Since then, I've completed three more 50 mile races, and four 50k's.   The trails have claimed me.  They call to me. I dream about them.  I get nervous about not being out there.  I also made a pact on December 22, 2016, to continue into a streak until I complete that 100 mile race. I have spoken to my better half, and she has fed me with confidence that we're ready to attack this huge distance.  I haven't announced it to anyone but the Loop currently.  I have spoken to my coaches about it, and they've all given me the feeling that I'm on track to do this.  Here's me once again announcing my bid for 100 miles on foot.  Next year, I'm going to sign up for two different 100 milers in the Minnesota area in hopes to bat 500.  It's scary! But I've often been heard saying if it doesn't scare the s*** out of you, it's not worth doing. Anyways, the two races are Zumbro 100 (in April) and Superior 100 (in September).  Superior is a lottery, so there's no guarantee I'll get in, so if very well only be a single bid next year as well.  Zumbro will be six, 16.7 mile loops.  Superior has my heart and is 103.3 miles of point to point running in some of the most technical trails I've ever attacked.  I have a few Loopsters in mind to ask to pace and crew me, but I haven't even asked them yet.  Anyways, I'll leave it there for now.  Hopefully, I post before I click that entry button in November. As always, run strong and never give up!

Stewmanji

Stewmanji

 

Giving this a try.

I'm giving this a try. I'm not running as much as I used to run. I no longer consider myself a "runner." I run when time allows and I feel like running. I try to run one "longish" run per week. I do not enter races anymore and I don't follow a training plan. There's much more to my life than running now. I stopped "blooping" a while back because all I do is run when I'm running. Most of the things that happen when I run are forgotten by the time I stop running. I'm going to try to post something once in a while on this site to see if I can get back into the swing of remembering anything that happens on my run. Wish me luck.

Speet63

Speet63

 

Air Force Marathon 10k

So - let's see if I remember how to do these things...it's...well, it's been awhile... So - last December, I decided to push myself and sign up for the 10k at Air Force.  I'd never done a 10k at that point, and REALLY wanted to get that instant PR.  I had been doing a LOT of 5ks (slowly) with a couple of friends of mine, and wanted to start making myself get serious about it again.  So, training was...well...sporadic...but...adequate...I guess?  Kinda?  Well, I knew it wouldn't be great, I knew there would be walk breaks (especially with all the stinkin' hills in the first half of it), and pain, but it wouldn't be a total slog either, so I was actually excited at the starting line.  Haven't felt that in quite some time! The national anthem is performed, I witness the fact that a P51 Mustang and an F22 Raptor can actually perform a fly-over in formation at exactly the same speed (I was seriously impressed by this), and then a cannon goes off to signal the start.  Well, I ASSUMED that anyway, since I couldn't think of any other reason a cannon would be fired at 7:30 on a Sunday morning on an Air Force base.  So, we started the "starting line shuffle", and were eventually off. The first mile actually went REALLY well, and I got there much sooner than I had expected to, so I had a pretty good idea that my goal of finishing in under 90:00 might be possible (I know, I know...slow...yes, I am slow).  The only bad part of the mile 1 marker in this race is the hill that comes with it.  It's...long.  And...steep.  Well, kinda long and steep.  Not like Flying Pig long and steep, but it's not exactly nothing, either.  There were a few walk breaks on the longer/steeper sections of the uphills over the first three miles, but I noticed that my running segments were faster than I had anticipated, so I was still on track for my goal.  At the mile 4 marker, I knew the hills were done, and we heard the start of the half, and saw the mass of humanity pass by on the other side of the road, which was kinda cool.  Not going to lie - I was really wishing I was one of them...wanting to be back in that shape.  But, I'll be there again soon enough. Around 4.5 miles in, a friend of mine passed me and said hi, and that was a big help.  I was starting to flag out a bit, thinking too much and not just going.  Mind all over the place, but mostly on one thing...sausage McMuffin with egg.  Yeah.  No clue.  But there it was.  And I was obsessed.  I NEEDED a breakfast extra value meal number 2 with a large coffee.  I would not be happy until I had it.  And that meant I had to hit my goal time so I could make it to McDonalds before breakfast ended.  Strangest motivation I've ever experienced, but hey - it got me past marker 5, and at that point I knew that barring anything seriously bad  happening in the next 1.2 miles, I'd make my goal.  And the sausage mcMuffin with egg was that much closer.  And calling my name.  Louder and louder... I made the turn towards the museum, which was a bad spot for me when I did the half there...total Poltergeist moment where it seemed like every step I took toward the building made it get farther and farther away...especially since the finish line was directly to my left across a grassy area...well, no Poltergeist moment this time, and I could see the last miler markers (26/6, 13) up ahead around the next turn, so I picked my head up and made it a point to actually enjoy this section of the course this time.  After all - it's pretty cool running under the noses of big Air Force planes, right?  Right!  I heard my wife screaming for me (in a good way...not the way I normally hear at home) (just kidding...I think), and was able to push a bit to the finish line with an official finish time of 1:28:17.  Woo hoo!  Beat my goal by almost two minutes!  Instant PR, and hopefully one that will be easy to improve upon when I do my next one. So - Next stop, Flying Pig half.  Who's with me? Link to my photos...and yeah - I know...pick my head up...I'm working on it...lol https://www.marathonfoto.com/Proofs?PIN=0AJ461&lastName=Van Luvender  

Running Loopy

Running Loopy

 

Flying Pig 2018!

So...it's me...and yes, I'm still alive (ob-viously...  -Snape).  So - I was talking to my brother a couple of weeks ago, and both of us are restarting things in a more serious manner.  So, he has told me that my Christmas gift this year from him is an entry to the Flying Pig half...Yay!  I can't wait...it was my first ever half back in 2009, and I'm so excited to be going back there for the 20th anniversary race!  Woo hoo!!  So - I'll be posting my training and stuff in here, and I'll be starting soon as I'm basically completely rebuilding.  So, looking forward to the support I know and love from this group and that has guided me through my previous big races.  

Running Loopy

Running Loopy

 

Hello... it's me (christine.eliz, now tinkbot)

I've decided to make it doubly confusing by 1) posting here for the first time in a while and 2) by changing my username. Oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I made christine.eliz way back when I was super new to running and didn't feel like having a weirdo handle as I dipped my toes into this community. Now that I know how strange you all are I have no problem with it! It might help that @tinkbot is also my Instagram handle so feel free to follow me if you want periodic reminders of who I am. So what's been going on? I know I posted in Loopville that DH and I are expecting our first child - a girl! - in January but I don't think I officially blooped about it. I'm almost 25 weeks (~5.5months) pregnant and entering the phase of discovering that the shorts that fit last week aren't quite swinging it today. I'm feeling really good though and partially attribute that to my OB being really supportive of exercise throughout pregnancy. At our first meeting I told her I "used" to run - meaning that I had been struggling with anterior tibialis tendonitis and then PF for a while, not necessarily because of the pregnancy, which is what she thought I meant - and she made a face and said, "Why'd you stop?" I like you! The first trimester wasn't horrible but I did have periodic bouts of morning sickness and didn't want to deal with the suddenly hot and humid summer weather. My outdoor exercise waned. I still had to walk the pup but he didn't like the heat either so we definitely enabled each other to be more lazy than we should have been. We would probably walk about 3-6 miles a week. About three weeks ago I started getting ominous email updates from my baby app about preparing for labor.  Commence exercise!!   The "runs" are really run/walks with varying average paces from ~15min/mile down to around 12:30min/mile depending on how I was feeling. My breathing was decent and I felt like my stamina was better than I was expecting; the things that were getting me were my poor feet and ankles were just like WHAT IS HAPPENING NO and going numb or seizing up. That'll happen when you add an extra 10-15lbs. I was getting some unpleasant side stitches too which is nothing new but I couldn't exactly stumble down the street holding the side of my obviously pregnant belly without feeling like I would get an ambulance called on me. Grin and bear it! Good to practice that, too... ugh. I also added in some light free weight arm exercises and core stuff. (No abdominals, but I can do obliques and those other supportive core muscles.) I've seen multiple recommendations of planks since they really help with core strength and also train your mind to endure 30sec-1min bouts of severe unpleasantness. I just can't escape you, planks, can I? *shakes fist* The weather has finally cooled down to true autumn temps so the plan is to do a nice hike with DH this afternoon. I'll be tracking it and adding it to my miles! Hope to see posts from people here. Happy running!

tinkbot

tinkbot

 

Bronx 10 miler - with loopmeet - *PICS*

Let's give the new Loop a go, shall we?   Dear fellow Loopsters - at least those of you who know or remember me. You may have noticed from my Facebook feed that last week I was in NYC with my wife, Countess FiFi the Fearless. Well, that only lasted five days. Not even the time to recover from the timezone-induced discombobulation and I already had to fly back to old Italia and get an even worse jet lag. What to do in notoriously extremely boring NYC? Watch the bagels rise? Or concrete dry? What kind of (safe but exciting) activities can a hapless tourist from Europe hope to be part of?  Lucky me, I have an agent or two in New York City. My good friend and Manhattan resident MsRitz suggested I sign up for a 10-mile race in the Bronx, unexpectedly called Bronx 10 mile (they must have really thought this through). A hush-hush, low-key, 15,000 runners affair in the worst-mouthed Big Apple borough. Those of you who know me will already know that I tend to avoid road races like I avoid the Ebola virus. However, I am not the person to say no to a good friend; plus, I don't always get to run races in new places. So I decided to cough up the race fee and signed up, knowing I wouldn't regret it. So all I had to do, last Sunday, was to take the D train to the 161st St. stop (or was it the 4 train?). Now you must know that when I was little, the only information I had about the NYC metro system was from movies such as 1979's "The Warriors" (hopefully you'll know what I'm talking about), in which the metro trains were the favorite means of transportation for the city's riffraff and the preferred setting for stabbings, gang fights and all sorts of seedy and dodgy dealings. But I digress; today's NYC metro system is a model of efficiency and safety: the wagons even have beautiful poems framed inside, for the spiritual elevation of the few passengers that are not engrossed in their social media feeds on their phones. I actually managed to meet MsRitz on the train itself, and we made our way to the finish area for me to drop my change bag. And then... ...A MIRACLE MsRitz surprised me by letting me meet another great Loop friend of mine: the one and only Cheeky Ninja Runner, whom I'd had the privilege to be a tour guide of in Milan, a couple of years ago. And I have proof of this meetup! A European Loopster visit will always make the local news. Moreover, I instantly become a chick magnet. Please note: this picture was taken BEFORE the race. It was soooo hot that I sweated half of my body weight during the race; you can only imagine that I smelled like a donkey afterwards. My chick magnetism vanished.   I'm still a barely presentable human in this pic.   Anyways: we made our way to the start corral - MsRitz even used her superpowers to sneak me in the "B" corral, in the midst of runners much fitter than I. Of course there were the emotional moments before the start; a thought and a prayer for those involved in the hurricanes and those hit by the earthquake in Mexico. After the Star-Spangled Banner we were off! I was actually wearing trail shoes for this race - I think I can be forgiven, I don't really do road running. Man, I'd forgotten how HARD it is to run on pavement! The only half-decent picture I have from the race is this one: "So, is this black surface called pavement then?" To make a long story short and stop boring you guys off your skins, I started briskly; however, I soon bonked/flopped, so I decided to just shuffle my way to the end of the race. I won't bother telling you about my final time - nothing to be proud of anyway. What I'm proud of, instead, is that through the now-defunct Loop I have been able to meet so many amazing people - it ain't all "weird internet people", you know. Thanks for enduring this excruciating read of a bloop and type ya soon. Funny faces!   Until next bloop, Mooooooooooose.

Moose

Moose

 

Who has dealt with a long injury cycle?

I'm starting to think I should get the prize for the longest injury. Here's my timetable: November 2015 - pikermi PR January 2016 - hyper colleague insisted on helping me move stage equipment that he didn't know how to move (I was accustomed to moving it by myself and didn't need anyone being a "gentleman.") Result - sprained ankle. March 2016 - Sprained ankle healed. Feral cat momma and kittens acquired and moved indoors, necessitating many trips up and down stairs. Ran a bit, but sinus infection prevented full return. May 2016 - began running again in earnest, but very slowly and gradually. June 2016 - peroneal tendons began popping painfully, the week before a long-planned anniversary hiking trip. Usual podiatrist not available, so cold-called and got an appointment with another. There may have been a reason this one had an opening. I was diagnosed (correctly) with peroneal subluxation. Prescribed "conservative treatment" (incorrectly.) That meant one month in a cast, one month of PT, and one more month of rest and prescription NSAID. The more medical journal articles I read, the more I saw the phrases "high failure rate" and "rarely successful" in relation to conservative treatment of peroneal subluxation. But I think insurance requires trying it before an MRI is allowed. I'd happily have paid for an MRI myself. September 2016 - finally allowed to have MRI, which of course showed that I'd had a tear of a peroneal tendon all this time. Wasted summer. October 13 2016 - surgery to repair tendon. Surgeon blithely said I'd be back to running in 6-8 weeks.  End of November 2016 - finally started PT - still on crutches. PT lasted till... End of April 2017 - when my insurance benefit ran out. I could walk fine, and run a little. PTs had watched me run, analyzed my gait, and given me exercises to correct imbalances in my hips and strengthen my toes and the other ankle. Ankle still bigger than the other one, and stiff, but perfectly trustworthy. I was the owner of two pairs of custom orthotics.  May 2017 - began a return to running. Very slowly and gradually - starting with intervals of one minute running, one minute walking.  June 2017 - pulled out my Newtons and did an interval run. After about the 4th interval I realized my big toe was hurting. I thought it was just a fleeting pain, but it has hurt off and on ever since when weightbearing. Two of my podiatrists have moved away, and a third one is not in my current medical practice, so I need a new one. My primary physician knew of my problem, so I thought I could get a referral by phone, but no - I have to go for a referral to the walk-in (no pun intended) clinic - which has very limited hours, all of which are times I teach. I'm planning to cancel teaching next week to get there, and hopefully I won't have to wait a month for the appointment.  I suspect sesamoiditis. My chiropractor suspects a bunion, my massage therapist turf toe. I wonder how fixable it will be since the main problem is that the ankle is still swollen and stiff. Over the course of the last year and a half  I've gained a good bit of weight. For months my husband was doing all the shopping, and while I was in the cast and also after the surgery friends brought high-calorie meals, plus there might have been some comfort eating, too. I can walk and do the elliptical - but not for very long. I do ride a stationary bike, but even that starts to bother me after half an hour. Swimming is not my choice of exercise because I don't like soaking my violin callouses.  But I know the extra weight is not helping the injury.

I've tried not to post about this - really, it's no fun posting about non-running. I'd love to hear some happy stories about folks who have survived long injuries and returned successfully to running! I know it's going to be a long way back.    

gdionelli

gdionelli

 

Is It Still Called A Bloop?

I'm sitting in my garage hoping someone will stop and buy the stuff I have in my driveway. It's one of those neighborhood wide garage sales or else we wouldn't have bothered. It was supposed to start at 7am, but the creepers were out at 6:15. I was too, running my 3.1 mile loop while trying to stay in heart rate zone 3. I downloaded some workouts from Garmin Connect that are based on heart rate to see how that feels. Today was 45 minutes of hills in zone 3. The tough part of this is having to practically sprint downhill and almost walk uphill. A Nintendo DS with a slightly scratched screen sold for $5. Nice Hispanic guy picked that up for a kid I'm sure. A grandfather was doing some Christmas gift shopping and bought the Rapunzel tower for $4. Usually I only have to watch out for the paper delivery guy on my early morning runs, but the folks hoping to be the first at the sales were creeping around while I tried to obey my Garmin's 'be be be boo' (HR too low) or 'be be be beep' (too high) warnings. I was careful because I knew the driver's eyes were looking at driveways and not for ninja runners. A lady bought two lap trays for her first grade class. I feel bad taking even a quarter each from a school teacher. Two X-Box games went for one dollar each. We found those at a college dorm when helping my sister-in-law move out. The zone 3 workout translated into a 7:30 pace for 6 miles. My run ended with an easy cool down mile. Then I started getting the stuff out to sell.  My wife says I sell things too cheaply. I feel like most garage sale shoppers are not rolling in the dough and are out for a bargain. I don't want to disappoint.  

mattw

mattw

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