I went out today (Saturday) uninspired. No running for 2 days and the left leg still battered. The decision was made to at least go out and make an attempt to move around. A jog/walk strategy was employed as such, for every quarter it was jog .15 and walk .10.
There was no harmony, but the checkpoints were flying by at 13:50 miles. Unhinged, I continued to soldier on past my 3.8 goal to 4.3, to 5.5, to 6.3, to 7.2, to 8.8, to 9.2, to a final 10.5 spot. If your gonna be a bear, be a grizzly.
To all the others out there that question the significance, just know this helps the cause. Not a lot of people even consider doing 10 miles on a bike let alone on foot. Speaking of bikes, there always seem to be 1-2 members of the fabulous four out there with their sprint to the finish mindset weaving in and out without a care in the world. Lots in the 40's range. Any bikers care to comment on the need for brilliant racing uniform type outfits? Marshall on beautiful people. We adore you ❤️.
The majority of the bikes are nice and courteous people. They warn you, applaud you, and acknowledge you. There are always a handful though. You want to race the paved rec trail? Get out on the road numb skulls.
Every year or so we would get into it with a couple of these folks. My buddy said why are they so cocky? Because you can't get your hands on them. That's why. Everyone's a hero when they blow by at 20-25 mph.
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