run this amazing day

A few weeks ago, I did my long run as a few laps of a local 5K course that the poet and a good friend were running.  Before you flame me for banditing, I attempted to complete my laps before the race began (and was registered anyway, although I let the poet run with my chip).  I didn't quite make it, and the photographer grabbed some pictures of me.  I ate my breakfast several hours before running (mistake) and didn't carry any fuel with me (mistake), so I look pretty miserable.  However, I had no idea these photos were being taken, and I was at least an hour into a long, slow run.  Perfect for analysis. First, the bad stuff.  One of these photos revealed a heel-strike.   It's still not as bad as it used to be, but I had thought it was gone.  My knee is slightly bent, which is okay, but my foot is also crossing the midline just a bit.  The next click of that stride looks like this: Ouch.  Knees aren't quite knocking, but that's the magical hip collapse.  I ha

Dear Molly, No one, and I mean NO ONE, thought you would live to see your first birthday. We loved the little puffball you were when you came home. But you quickly showed your true colors.  A rampaging maniac that had been raised by wolves. You don't really care that Graham is a lot bigger than you, and constantly steal his toys, his water, and will shove him out of the way to get petted. Your favorite game to play with your mamas is called "jump and bark."   You don't like being outside when it's hot, and will go hide under a tree. But you love chewing on sticks. You have lots of names.  When you are bad, it's Molly Elizabeth Mobsons.  When you are good, it's Miss Molly or Miss Moozle.  I frequently tell you that you are made of noodles.   Unlike Graham, you love swimming at the dog park. When someone leaves the house, you jump up on your chair to watch them go. You do a funny little dance when someone says the word "walk" or

1. I finally added green to my smoothie.  It tastes a little bit different and I get green flecks in my teeth, but is still palatable.  It looks like dinosaur poop, though, and had a very interesting and immediate effect to the sounds of my digestive system.  Strange. 2. I recently had a swim date with Amy , and she was kind enough to watch me flail around in the water for a few minutes to make a list of all the things I'm doing wrong.  Example A. She filled my brain up with great drills and things to think about, and a few swims later, I'm still trying to work it all out.  However, one of the drill she gave me for extending my reach (I think that is what it is for?) seems to have already sprinkled a magical unicorn on my swim.  Wednesday mornings I do a 3x (some distance) TT swim, and yesterday morning I shaved about 4-5 seconds per 100 yards off of each effort.  Amy, I owe you a big box of cookies. 3. All this rain is leaving me sweating my brains out on the trainer more

It's been rainy and cool this week, the kind of weather that makes you just want to stay in bed all day. Lucky bastards.