Hi America, How are you? You look good.
There's less than seven days until my race. It doesn't look like it's going to be freakishly cool that day, like I was hoping. On the other hand, Dean and the gang ran a 4:28 yesterday, which should be more manageable than the 3:5-'s he's run a few times recently. When I was running 6 miles per day, it didn't really catch up to me until about three weeks in. So, maybe my 6 miles is equivalent to his 26 miles. Maybe he is human? No?
I'm taking a day off today. I seem to have caught a little something that started as a minor sore throat and now seems to be a minor chest cold. The good thing about a chest cold is that I can entertain myself endlessly with my Barry White impression.
I think I'll put a poll on the blog so you can all vote as to which mile I crash and burn and have to get on the bus.
Listening to: Myself - Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe (Girl, I don't know, I don't know why; Can't get enough of your love babe.)
Keith.
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Yeah I just read the 4:28 as well, that's more like it. I'm still tempted to get out there and run with him.
No crashing. No burning. You can hang. You've got to believe.
Get well!
I don't think you'll be needing the poop-out van. Hope you're feeling better...I'm sure the Barry White thing will get old fast.
Where's the poll, man? Where's the poll???
Hmm...I see he just ran a 4:08 yesterday in San Fran.
You can do it!
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