Monday, February 16, 2009

He's dead. He can't talk.

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

SATURDAY
OFF

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

MONDAY
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.

4 comments:

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.