When I compare the preparation of my recent marathons, to that of
So it was, that bright and early on Sunday morning I headed out the door and onto the Galloping Goose Trail turning south toward town. It was and I had just enough time to squeeze in my planned 2h30 scuttle before packing up and driving up island to watch some friends get married.
I hadn’t been out the door more than 20’ when I heard footsteps quickly coming up behind me. Granted I wasn’t going that fast, but I can’t tell you the last time I’ve been passed while out on a run. Thinking it was a weekend warrior desperate to push passed for the unseen victory line, I didn’t bother to turnaround. It was a few seconds later when I felt the cold hardened stare of Mr. Finlayson, that a smile began to creep over my face. Jim nodded, and then smiled with a looked that quickly left me feeling out of the loop.
It appears that I missed the email calling out the troops, but as luck would have it I’d started my run on a route that also served as a gathering point for the boys. Ten minutes later, there were five of us traipsing around the waterfront on what would be Todd’s last run as a single man.
I peeled off after an 1h40, turning back onto more familiar trails which lead me through Cedar Hill and the
After the run, the girls and I hopped in the car and drove up
Friday: 40:04 with 6xstrides
Weekly mileage: 7h26’55”, +/- 104k or 65 miles