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As the remaining days of my blog wind down, I am pleased to report my recovery runs are progressing nicely. Today I ran 4 miles at an average 10:13 pace. My lower left leg continues to be stiff (So what else is new) but functional. Trainer Tina (and I am sure Bing is in the same camp) feels my lack (OK, “never” should never be construed as “lack”.) of stretching may be one of the causes for my problems.
This weekend I will try to run five miles on Saturday and eight on Sunday. Next week I plan to run similar to this week with maybe a 10 mile long run, then the following week is another half marathon.
Random Sights Seen at the Marathon: It is very hard to remember some interesting sights from the almost 6 hours of moving my body from one location to another. (To think about that for a moment, I started at one location and finished around a quarter-mile away from that very same location. It seems like I really went out of my way, maybe 26 miles out of my way, if all I wanted to do was finish at that quarter-mile away location. Next time, I need a better map.)
The cheering throngs where fun but I think the Grapes and the Banana where the best. Unfortunately, I did not have time to stop and take a bite from either. The numerous homeowners (I think three) who were kind enough to spray hoses at us were appreacaited. At least by me. I saw a couple of ladies that shied away from the cooling waters.
Bing and I liked the cheerleaders. They where probably highschool girls. As I ran by, I suggested they cheer for me (i.e. “Bob”), which they did and one did a back flip and yelled “Go Bob” as I went by. That was interesting.
Bing liked the women who was running in leggings and a below the knees skirt, many women that REALLY needed running bras, the couple holding hands as they crossed the finish line, the 100 Marathon guy (That looked like he could barely run a mile, kicked my butt throughout), various runners forms and the finisher that yelled out “Ice!! Ice!!! I Need Ice”
I liked the guy that finished around my (i.e. Slow) time that had mowzied up the a railing and just placed his head against it as he tried to compose himself. It was a tough race for him too. I enjoyed talking to the woman who wanted to run the marathon “Because her Asshole ex-husband told her she could never do it” and to the guy at the beginning of the race who had not run a marathon before or anything longer than a 5K.
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