Race for the Cure

Saturday, 8 October 2005

This morn­ing was the Race for the Cure for breast can­cer and my work­place put to­gether a team of folks to par­tic­i­pate. I was the only one who signed up to do the run, so it was me run­ning alone, as usual. Apart from the hu­mon­gous crowd of course. But last night I hung out at the Lit for awhile and watched Mr. Manly Pad ply his trade un­til Liam showed up. He’s been ac­ti­vated. He’s prob­a­bly go­ing to end up in Iraq. Well, fuck. He’s in the National Guard and trained for med­ical sup­ply, but since Iraq needs com­bat sol­diers, he’s get­ting re­trained for “na­tion build­ing ac­tiv­i­ties.” Since last night was my only night to hang with him while he is in town this week­end, we had a few beers on me. Hopefully he won’t be kept too far away from his year old daugh­ter. I re­ally hope he doesn’t get him­self killed. Knowing him, he’d haunt my Guinness.

Then I got up at 7 this morn­ing and biked to Voinovich Park which was like a street fair or some­thing. I had a de­cent warm-up and was ready to race at the 8:00 sched­uled com­pet­i­tive race start time. Apparently they de­cided at the last mo­ment to just com­bine the race and walk to­gether so we all stood around for 15 min­utes in the rain, feel­ing our mus­cles tighten up and get cold. The race started and the first mile or so was a mad­ness of swerv­ing and sud­den speed changes, re­ally threw off my pace. My pace didn’t re­ally mat­ter though be­cause there were no dis­tance mark­ers apart from the wa­ter at the halfway point, so I had no idea how I was do­ing. My time was 26:51 or there­abouts. I’m con­tent with that, con­sid­er­ing the con­di­tions. The bike ride home was not fun. My hands were numb and my mus­cles were like lit­tle yappy dogs with acid dogslob­ber. I just got done mop­ping the floor.

[UPDATE: My $20 bet­ter be the $20 that funds the find­ing of the cure be­cause I’m sicker than dogshit now.]

Billy Bass Run for Help

Saturday, 6 August 2005

Today I ran my first 5k in 2 or three years, the Billy Bass Run for Help. I’d link to the site, but the Greater Cleveland Red Cross is do­ing funky stuff to their web­site. I took it easy to­day and ran a 26:10. Not very good, but like I said, I didn’t run too hard. At 9:00 it was al­ready in the up­per eight­ies. The course was pretty straight-for­ward, a big loop and a smaller one. The end of the first mile comes at the hard­est part of the course, run­ning lat­er­ally up the long hill that leads down to the beach. The win­ning time was 17 some­thingerother. The ubiq­ui­tous road­race free t-shirt was a bright blue.