* New, er, old job with added responsibilites is going rather well. I enjoy my days at the store and the transition to working during daylight hours and falling asleep before midnight has gone rather smoothly. I'm finding early morning runs are a great way to start the day, but by the time I get out of work about the only activities I want to partake in involve eating and/or sitting on my ass. Doubles, and updating this blog for that matter, be damned.
*If you're ever in the Westboro area, aside from visiting me at the store, I suggest stopping by this fine establishment and treating yourself to lunch. Not as often as I do, however, because you'll burn a large hole in your food budget but at least once in a lifetime should be a mandatory requirement for anyone who happens to be heading east on Route 9.
* I've seem to have fallen into a rotating morning coffee schedule based on the following 4-day cycle: Honey Dew, Starbucks, McDonald's, home brew. Each has a unique taste that keeps me coming back for more but sipping from the same cup two days in a row would be the equivalent of a mortal sin. Me, type-A? Nah.
* The song "Tamacun" by Rodrigo y Gabriela puts me in a good mood.
* Vermont City is now a little less than 4 weeks away and Broad Street is on tap for this weekend. Training has been about as consistent as Josh Beckett's 6-0 start for the Sox and I'm feeling good about my ever-improving level of fitness. If anything I've "under" trained for my 26.2-mile debut on May 27, but as of right now this is the closest I've made it to the starting line of a marathon without partially tearing an Achilles tendon or fracturing my pelvic girdle so I'm not going to complain about the lack of impressive mileage totals in my training log. That being said, a slew of steady 80-90 mile weeks and a few solid harder efforts every couple of days have me feeling fit and confident for the first time in 3 years. Many thanks to Hodgie-San, Kevin, my NB Boston 'mates and everyone else who's shared a mile or much-appreciated pearl of wisdom with me.
* I still haven't seen Borat. I did, however, recently watch The Princess Bride for the 22nd time.
* Last weekend's Cardinal Invite at Stanford was just plain silly, laughable even. 15 guys under 28 for 10K including a whole mess of big PRs from guys like James Carney, Ed Moran and even Alberto's personal project, I mean Galen Rupp. Hell, the top 5 guys in the "slow" heat all broke 29. Now, earlier this year I more or less eliminated any serious track racing from my competitive future but the oval in Palo Alto might be worth making a trip to for one last dizzying hurrah. It's truly a magical place where PRs are made to happen or it's 395 meters if you hug the rail close enough. Either way, the depth of last weekend's 25-lapper was impressive, damn impressive.
* Contrary to popular belief, Kevin Beck is alive and well. He, or someone who plays him in cyberspace, told me himself.
That'll do it, for now anyway. The lesson here: bug me often enough and eventually I'll start spilling more shit from my overfilled mind. Hope all is well out there in blogland.
Quote of the day:
For me, I think the best part about it is that you can always improve. The hard work you put in along the way is rewarded by good race results.
- Steve Meinelt