Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Maybe I had something nobody saw
Blame it on the wall
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Maybe I had something nobody saw
Blame it on the wall
Ryan Adams, Walls, 48 Hours (unreleased album, but I have a copy)
The perceived effort felt like a 20 miler. The conditions were that bad, but our group is strong and we're making connections, telling stories, talking, laughing, listening... like distance runners are prone to do. It's a fine group, we're gelling, we're becoming a community of runners. They will be there for me on race day as I will be there for them. That's what we do, we're there for each others and it is joyful along the way.
I managed a couple of other runs this week, an 11 miler on Thursday and a 7 miler on Saturday. Here's a few images of Saturday's run.
The sweet melt along Disney Way. |
Assiniboine River from the footbridge, looking east. |
I have a new idea. Forget physio, massage doesn't work, pool running is for sissies, vitamin A is bad for you, swimming shrivles your skin, the doctors don't know sh*t. What you need is new body parts, 50% off at this joint in east Transcona. I have an order in right now for a new right calf, a gently used right knee, and and a brand new version 3.22 right big toe. Give me a call if you need a few parts. 50% off too, wow, I love a deal... don't you?
You injured runners, take care, you'll be running one day soon, blame it on the wall.
It's a good day to be alive.. don't forget your sunscreen.
Mike
1 comment:
Is that right calf on order for me?! haha :)
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