After the Wahsatch Steeplechase*, I came to grips with the fact that I wouldn't be able to run the Speedgoat. My knee was tweaked and I was on the RICE-train to rehab-ville. No training = no 50k.
And I was okay with that. No more step ups in the corner, no more effing sandbag get ups, no more worrying about cramping up. My running "season" was over. I would just ride my bike and wait for dry land to begin.
But then Karl threw a wrench in the works. And now I have a whole year to think about step ups, cramping, posterior chain . . . ugghhhh. Who needs a drink?
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| Rollover? Next year?! No, you see, I was thinking that I wouldn't . . . never mind. Shit. |
* Finished 7 minutes faster than last year, but was on pace for much better than that. Despite the geeky socks and the geeky pills, I cramped at mile ten and hobbled out the last seven. Fail.
I could use a beverage.
ReplyDeleteI vote for the strength bias you mentioned a few weeks ago... Maybe if I ever find myself in the gym again (next week, hopefully).
I have the same problem, damn rollover entries.
ReplyDeleteStrength bias it is. I will need to do some remedial work to remember how to hold a barbell.
ReplyDeleteInteresting development. See you next year
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