May 08, 2009

It's Here

Training officially starts tomorrow morning for the Half I'm doing with Team in Training.

5:30 AM wake up call.

My partner of "Run! Paula! Run!" fame and I are in charge of water stops this training. I have gatorade, power bars, water, cups and buckets in my dining room to take tomorrow. (All supplies are supplied by Team in Training. We just have to get it out there.)

I think we will not be stocking Goos and any power food in the water stop buckets. Last season when I was training, a homeless person stole them all.

I don't do 'goos'. I don't think my digestive system can handle them so I do Sports Beans. Goos, from what I understand taste like icing, but not good icing. Nobody really likes them. It's something endurance athletes tolerate.

As I said to Paula, "Man, you gotta be really really hungry to want to eat all those Goos."

Blech.

And most power bars, in my mind, should be used by Poison Control to induce vomiting.

So.

Here we go! We're off! Pray for a cold front! I already feel like a fish... I'm drinking air.

Posted by Boudicca at May 8, 2009 09:04 PM
Comments

Cold front? In mid may? In Florida? I may have to do some combined animal/human sacrifice for that.

Posted by: diamond dave at May 9, 2009 10:21 AM

We had excellent weather for the whatever'th Fifth Third (25K) Riverbank Run. Weather in the 40's, bouts of driving rain, and a course realigned to add a few hills. (The actual riverbank was unavailable because the Grand River is still over its banks in many places and it left too much silt and other organic matter on the riverbank roadways. The water contact ban had been lifted.)

We see tomorrow how the elite runners did. Just like the first riverbank run, I woke up, heard the rain, and turned over and went back to sleep. So much for my participation in the Riverbank Run.

Posted by: The Thomas at May 9, 2009 12:35 PM

" Here we go! We're off! Pray for a cold front! I already feel like a fish... I'm drinking air. "

Bou,
St. Paddy's day, 1967, Robert Edwards Argyll and I sat in what was then a combination 3.2% beer bar and hippster coffee house -- THE GREEN SPYDER -- a Scot and an Irishman!!!!

Needless to say, were not drinking coffee!

Three days later, Bob and I were in Winter Haven, at his grandparents house with horrific hangovers.

The two of us worked the citrus groves for about three months. Towards the end of our stay, I came to realize what it meant to "EAT AIR!"

The story of our time there can be found here:

http://theprairiemelts.blogspot.com/2008/11/southern-memories.html

It has much to do with RC Cola and Moon Pies, jiggin' for fresh water crab, home made grapefruit wine and learning about southern culture.

enjoy!

Posted by: Sven in Colorado at May 9, 2009 07:36 PM