Missy and the boys headed down with me this year, and I think they had a good time. New Haven’s got a great setup on the green, and the kids loved running through the bouncy things.

The race started out exceptionally well - legs were good, and I was just over 50 minutes at the 10k (You can check out the results). I’d felt kind of bad - about mile 1, I ran off from Jon and Dianna, feeling good, good, good. Even down the first long, sun-baked, windless stretch, I felt GREAT.

Then, about mile 5, there started being a bunch of hotspots on my feet. I thought that it might just be cause it was, you know, HOT. ‘Cept that was obviously wrong. In hindsight, I should have stopped to re-tie my shoes. ‘Cept I didn’t.

Sometime around mile 7, the pain finally got to me, so I went ahead and pulled the heck out of my laces, and started limping. No way was I going to DNF this year. Dianna must have passed me about then - man, did she have a good race even though she said she was going to take it easy.

Just after mile 8, I saw Jon pass me thanks to the absolutely stellar hat he was wearing. We ran for a while, then I had to walk for a bit and Jon headed on down the course in his own effortless way. I continued to trudge, completely and totally resenting both the uphill in the park, and the downhill back to town.

And the f’n bagpipers were there again just before mile 11. If there’s one thing that just makes the short hairs on my neck stand up and my stomach churn, it’s bagpipe music - sounds like some sadistic evildoer sodomizing a sheep while strangling it at the same time. Which, come to think of it, is probably how they started.

I made it through to the end. I’d walk for about a quarter mile through each water stop, and run easy for the next three quarters. It really, really, really sucked, but I made it. Not a terrible race - finished at about 1:53. So, it wasn’t my slowest finish, but it wasn’t my best, either. (I’m pretty psyched, though, as I’d thought I was even faster in 2005).

We hung around for a while after the race. I was slow, so the beer line was painfully long. The ice cream line was pretty short, so I went through that twice.

The rest of this week’s been great. I started night class at the War College - man, I dig me some Sun Tzu.

Taking it easy on the last half of the race seems to have worked out pretty well - speedwork on Wednesday rocked. Honest to gosh, it just felt great to run.

Today was another day on the bike. Ever since seeing Rudi in DC a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been back in love with riding. Last week rocked - I actually broke a spoke during a bit of out-of-the-saddle time, which was the first time I’d had to replace a piece of gear due to use-induced failure instead of wrecking it while trying to do routine maintenance on the bike.

Last Saturday was a great ride. The highlight was coming over the hill just past Dean’s Mill School. They had one of those radar displays, and it read 18 MPH as soon as I saw it at the top of the hill, and I managed to roll it up to 25 before I passed it. Caught my breath for the next three miles…

Tomorrow’s an easy run, and then somewhere between 7 and 14 on Saturday, depending on how I feel. I’m trying to really treasure these runs, as Missy’s sidelined with ITB troubles, so I can see how precious good legs are.

Go read the rest of the list at PJ Morse’s Flashes of Panic

• Usain Bolt’s height helps him run as there’s less air resistance in the stratosphere

(Yes, it sucks)

Man, talk about pulling freakin’ teeth. I went to get my driver’s license renewed this morning. Got there 15 minutes before it opened, and there were already 40 folks in line. Luckily, most of them were teenagers waiting for the driver’s test, so once the DMV opened, I was at the counter with my renewal form, check, and voter registration card (I’m now a registered member of the Connecticut Whig Party/Trotsky Brigade - maybe I’ll stop getting poll calls this fall). The dude took my picture and asked me to wait.

Fastforward to 2 hours later - someone finally checks the printer, and there’s an issue - no licenses have been printed at all today. FSCK. They reboot, and bang - I’m out of there.

Busy, busy day at work, but rewarding. I stayed late ’cause I had thought I was going to get in touch with an old shipmate from the war (honest to gosh). He ended up tied up, so I went shopping for Missy’s birthday (She doesn’t look a day over 16), and then went to do the 50 minutes I missed yesterday on Jamestown.

Man, what a day! Sunshine and blue skies, with the shadows starting to get long and, even though the temps were in the mid-70s, there was the smell of fall in the air. I stretched out the 50 minutes to 52 minutes - I wanted to do the turnaround at 6 miles, ’cause I ought to be able to run 6 miles in 50 minutes (~8:30 pace).

The trip back was amazing - negative split and all that. 28 minutes out, 24 minutes back, and Paula Radcliffe (Man, I’m still smarting from watching her limp into the Birds’ Nest) telling me I’d set a new personal best for the mile.

I floated in the cove for a while - the water was brisk, and I didn’t sweat all over the seat on the drive home.

I cannot wait for New Haven.

Although, I suppose I could find an ancient dot-matrix printer to plug into the serial port… Wow, that would be a cool, cool thing to do, wouldn’t it?

Running been berry, berry good to me lately. Saturday’s long run was both wonderful and miserable at the same time. I started off with about 4 miles of hills, and then headed down to River Road (have I posted pictures recently? I’m still stunned by how sweet of a ride it is) for a quick loop to finish off the 12 on the schedule.

I was a bit bushed - I’d run Thursday and Friday, as I’d missed my run on Wednesday and wanted to make it up - but I ended up gutting it out. The initial bit (before the obligatory stop at the coffee shop for hydration) was 9 consecutive miles, which is the longest I’d run without stopping in a good, long while.

At the coffee shop, I ran into my pastor and a bunch of his cycling buddies. Kind of cool to see people you know in a new and different setting. A little bit of hydration and glucose later, and I was on my way back home.

The last three miles up River Road were at once the best three miles of my life and the worst. There was an odd combination of feeling good and not so good while I ran - extremely tough to explain, but I wanted to curl up in the green grass on the side of the road and keep running forever all at the same time.

Cannot wait for New Haven. I think I’m ready this year.

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And then I promptly miss today’s run.

Sometimes I feel like I suck.

But I’ll make it up tomorrow.

I rock.

For San Antonio, I’ve been on the following Schedule pretty regularly:

• Monday - Easy run (Say 40-50 minutes)
• Tuesday - Cross Train (Say 40 minutes bike or swim)
• Wednesday - Tempo run with Fartlek (50-60 minutes with ~8 one minute accelerations)
• Thursday - Cross Train (Say 40 minutes bike or swim)
• Friday - Easy Run (30-40 minutes)
• Saturday - Long Run (Standard marathon build up; two 20 milers planned)

At the end of this month, I’ve got 14 miles planned on the 30th by the schedule. BUT, there’s two events that weekend - the Nike+ Human Race on the 31st and the New Haven 20K on the first. So my plan for the weekend is as follows:

• Friday - Easy run, 40 minutes
• Saturday - Rest
• Sunday - Nike 10K (replaces Monday’s planned run, I’m not planning on going 100% hard)
• Monday - New Haven 20K (Replaces the week’s long run)
• Tuesday - back to the schedule with the cross training and the regularity.

I end up giving up two miles, but get the 20K race. So, whadda y’all think? Does it work?

I’m still here. Doin’ well, in fact. Running. A lot.

But, I’ve been working. Work is good. Really good, in fact. But, time is short (I’ve been sleeping).

I got to catch up with RandomDuck (aka Rudi, who’s got a great new theme) down in DC. Good food, great conversation, and a neat trip around Dupont (who, interestingly enough was Navy). Man, I need to get on the bike.

I will pass on one tidbit, both bike and running related: Sometimes, being a dad is an amazing thing. A couple of weeks ago, I had 8 miles on the Saturday long run. I was getting ready to go, and said “Hey, Jake (oldest boy) - do you want to try to ride your bike around the river with me?”

“Sure,” said Jake.

I thought “Crap” - my initial fear was that this was going to be disaster - 8 miles for an 8 year old boy on a BMX-ish bike is a long, long frackin’ way. But, I figured there wasn’t much to lose, so we laced ‘em up, and went for the run.

Let me be honest for a bit - my goal at San Antonio is to finish, as it’s been nigh unto 3 years since I’ve done 26.2, I’m still above 170 lbs with the hard part of marathon training just kicking off (the bit where you’re ravenously hungry all the darn time and can’t really lose any weight and still focus for more than 30 seconds), and I haven’t been completely on schedule until about 3 weeks ago (and I still missed an easy run last week).

So, part of the loop around the Mystic River (not the one from the eponymous movie, but the one from the Pizza) included a stop at the coffee shop to say howdy and get a drink. About 10 or 15 minutes of break, then back to the bike/sneakers.

Jake’s great to ride with - full of questions, and starting to “get it” as far as riding in traffic goes. We’ve been watching the ospreys that nest on the river all summer, and it’s been fun talking to him about their recovery. Actually, the questions get kind of old about the 7 mile point, but they keep him engaged.

The first trip was great. Jake pooped out on the hill on River Road and had to walk, but there wasn’t any complaints until he realized we were about a half mile from the house. And then, the complaints were about being hungry.

The experiment’s been a success - the next week, he started asking if we were going about Wednesday, and last week was great - he just wanted to be sure we’d had breakfast first. The last two weekends, we’ve actually done the double - Jake and I would do the long run, then Nate (the younger) would beg to go for a bike ride. So, we headed down to go see the Art festival one weekend, and just to look at the river the next.

So, yeah, I’m digging life. It’s cool when you don’t have to work getting the kiddos to like fun stuff.

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Amen, brothers and sisters. I think I’m giving the boys soldering irons for Christmas.