March 2015

[marathondan]

Back when I trained with Chris we'd hit a given distance three Sundays in a row. The first one would be desperate for me, a real ugly flounder. The second usually quicker, but still debilitating. The third I'd finish like a train, eyes out, reckoning I might add a few yards if I had to. The next week, of course, Chris would add another mile or two and chuck in a big bastard hill.

The phrase "suck it up, big fella" did pop into my head as I ground out the last lap. A phrase which has probably entered the RC lexicon, along with

"running is the answer"
"we are all an experiment of one"
err...
that's probably it