Yo man, what it is blood? Things cray cray round here. Sorry I haven’t been on the blog world very often lately, but I’ve ben hella-busy. I’ve also been hella-focused on Chicago Marathon training…focused like my telescope on my neighbor Karen when she’s working in the yard a meditating monk.
That’ said, I’m trying to keep my Instagram game strong in case you really want to follow along with my journey to Chi Town…
I just ran 12 miles on a Tuesday, I’ll loiter if I want to.
Anyway guys, it’s been a rough summer. Rough like cat tongues. This is my first time training for a Fall (Autumn) marathon. Which means it’s my first time trying to run gahundreds of miles in Texas heat. It’s been hot and humid, y’all.
Runners are wilting, cacti are thriving.
4am alarm clocks phones only get you up early enough to shield you from your neighbor Karen seeing you in her bushes the sun. It don’t much shield you from oppressive heat and humidity. But we plug along…errrday.
I try to stay near water towers, ya know, in case I need more water…or towers.
6 days a week we’re at it. Leaving puddles of sweat behind us. I’m sure some coyote is out there tracking my salty trail as we speak.
Tower, give me your delicious water!
And boy howdy have we ever left some tracks all over Dallas. We’re running out of new places to run…literally.
Just another manic weekday.
But guess what kids????? We actually had a break in the hella-weather. First came rare rain…
What is that wet stuff falling from the sky?
Then came a cold cool front!!!!!!!!!!! Oh miraculous DAY!!!
I was stunned. Frozen in disbelief. I didn’t want to let it go.
It was so effing uhmazeing! The humidity was non-existent. I felt like I had been let out of a swampy cage and released into a land of easy breathing and evaporating sweat!
Felt like I was flying!!!!
But alas, it only alasted 4 days. 4 incredible, beautiful, wondrous days. But now the heat and humidity are back with an effing vengeance…like Karen when she found my binoculars Rambo.
Please tree, hide me from the mean boogie weather man.
But we got no choice, Cap. Gotta keep truckin. Less than a month until the marathon. We can tough it out.
What’s that? The cardinal rule is “just keep running”? Okie Dokie!
The heat couldn’t have come back at a worse time. In the middle of a 57 mile week. 22 big miles on Sunday alone. But we will tough it out, we will get stronger, and we will fly in Chicago.
How bout you? Ready for Fall much? Are you keeping at it? Why is Karen so up tight?
-Scott
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