Winter Sucks

I am really getting sick of the cold. Pick your poison. Be covered with frozen sweat or stare at the wall and try not to fall asleep on the treadmill. I would give anything to have a nice singletrack really close. Smithville is the closest and it is still 25 minutes away. It takes almost an hour extra to drive out there and back, that sucks. I was able to get in a little over 3 hours at Smithville on Sat. and 12 miles on the dreadmill on Sunday, so I hit 80 for the week. There are some people I see at the gym who make me wonder why there are there. If you are walking on the treadmill and can carry on a conversation on the cell phone for the whole time then you need to pick up the pace a little. Seriously, why waste your time, some people got there for like 10 minutes and just leave the car running in the parking lot. I guess something is better than nothing. Hopefully this week is nice and slow at work and home. Tristan has his last 2 Basketball games Sunday. The head coach is out of town so I am flyin solo for both games. Hopefully at least 5 kids show up so we have a full team. I cannot believe this is the last week of Feb already. I wish everything would just slow down for a while. I have to work late tonight and tomorrow night Corbin has a chili supper and singing program for preschool so I guess we get to shoot for a slow Wed. evening at least. 14 weeks until Kettle Moraine 100. I am well ahead of my mileage from 14 weeks out at Heartland 100, hopefully that trend will continue. Rick Mayo is going to go up and pace me for that race the last 35 miles or so. It helps me to know that there is someone to keep me company for the night running. Some people get all big and bad talking about how they don't need a pacer and can't understand why someone would even want one. I think those people are just such a"holes that they can't find anyone to put up with their arrogance for that long to run with them.I am getting really focused on preparing for it. I hope I can keep everything in perspective. I think having my kids involved in sports and other activities helps keep some balance.

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I figured I might as well get a blog going,,at least I will have something to look back on and laugh about someday. I am going to head out to Smithville in the morning to get in 3 or 4 hours on the trails, hopefully at least 1 hr before sunrise. I am planning on running the Kettle Moraine 1oo June 1st in Wisconsin. I need to do a lot of work on my night running before then. I am getting back into the swing of things ater pacing Rick for 40 miles at Rocky Racoon 100 Feb 3rd then Psycho on Feb 10th. I was kind of dissapointed in my Psycho results, I was 30 minutes quicker than last year but I quit on the last lap. I was cramping sooo bad and I just didn't have anything left to push faster. The next race I am going to give it more at the end and move up a few spots those last few miles. Just putting in the miles, 50 so far this week, hopefully about 30 more this weekend. It's supposed to rain a bunch so it'll be nice and muddy!! I am still trying to decide what race to do next,.,.either brew2brew or Rockin K.....if Rockin K wasn't easter weekend It would be an easy choice. Maybe both? I printed out last years mileage chart to help layout my work for this 100. Hopefully I can get in more miles w/ harder effort. The pic I posted is from Labor Day weekend 05. I found an old waterproof disposable camera and got it developed last week. I cannot believe how freakin gross I looked. Why didn't someone tell me I was such a lard ass?? It is amazing how much different you can look in a picture as opposed to how you see yourself. I can remember how it felt waking up every day and feeling like crap dragging my fatt arse outta bed. This picture has really motivated me again. I have a copy of it on my desk at work now. Now I just have cut back on the weights a little and try to get a little leaner. I will never be small, I am just not built that way, plus I obviously love to eat !!

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