Fat. Out of shape. Wishing I hadn't played that pickup game of basketball and f'd my back up for a month so I could run McN this year.
Oh yes, it was 75 and sunny. It was dry. It was trail running heaven. Oh no, I didn't sign up for any actual race cuz I have no fitness.
At least the slackers can always pace. So I paced my buddy Stan Zygmunt from Indiana (he's a Physicist, wow.). Ok, didn't really "pace" per se, Stan didn't need "pacing," but I ran along for 19 miles. 19 glorious miles of trail running heaven. We know spring is early, the bluebells are popping, it's fricking 100 shades of GREEN, the creeks were perfect, not too high, not too low, not too cold, you get it. At least selfish me got to run for 5 hours or whatever it was. Some in the day, a little at night. Not enough.
Stan, well, he finished the 100 in 28 hours and change. Congrats, Stan.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
McNaughton Park 2010
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I didn't know you were at the park this past weekend. I came out for the start and then volunteered at the totem pole the sunday a.m. shift and stuck around at the start/finish until late afternoon sunday. Not sure if I want to run the 50 again, but I do want to be in good enough shape next year to pace through the night for a couple of laps then pull/carry someone home to their goal sunday afternoon.
i think you should do the 100 next year, jerry.
I would like to exchange links with your site dirttrailrunner.blogspot.com
Is this possible?
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