Monday, February 16, 2009

He's dead. He can't talk.

7:55 AM - Westboro - 6 miles, 44:00.
5 x 10-second hill charges.


3:55 PM - Hudson/Stow - 10 miles, 1:10:00.

8:50 AM - Westboro - 7 miles, 50:00.
5 x 10-second hill charges; 5 x 100m strides.

Well, it turns out I'm only mostly dead, which, as we all know, means I'm still slightly alive. I've been riding a rough stretch of sickness since Thursday night, resulting in a bout of reduced training and the subsequent posting that goes along with it. With any luck I'll get back on the horse, and maybe even the track and/or the bike, over the next few days. Right now, though, I'm getting into bed. In the meantime, please refrain from going through my clothes and looking for loose change. Thanks.


That Runner Chick said...

I've been able to evade this illness that seems to be going around infecting everyone. Remind me not to come into PR for a little while!! Oh and feel better, maybe this is your punishment for getting to run in the "warm"-er NC weather

Justin said...

Nice use of Princess Bride quotes!!! Have fun storming the castle!

Erin said...

Just saw this post. What were you doing at Reggie last night?!?!? I think you've caught a severe case of runner's insanity. Generally prescriptions read: "take two and call me in the morning," NOT "run two and call me after you're done grabbing knee."

Rest up, Mario!

Mario said...

I don't have a good answer to that question. Let's leave it at that.