Flashback

My first half marathon was last March. I was thinking last last about where I was during that training…er…at this time…then. You know what I mean. Anyway, digging through the posts I found this one which was technically a few days before where I am today but sums up very nicely my sentiments at the time.

Flashback

I was fighting shin splints that were bad enough that I was having trouble even running. According to my log, I ran nothing that week, and only 9.5 miles that following week.

It kinda makes me feel good to know that its not like it was before. I remember taking that first step each time and getting hit with intense pain in my shin, and trying to grit my teeth until that first mile was done so that the pain would subside. Not like that now. There is some pain, but I’m miles from where I was. Hey look, progress ;)

Last night I did 1 hour of crosstraining and lower body weights, except shins and calves. I ran out of time. And just where the hell did my time go? 1 hour of cross, 20 minutes of stretching (total), maybe 5 minutes to change clothes, 20 minutes for lifting. Somewhere, somebody stole 15 minutes from me.

And a special note to the guy talking to me in the locker room. Yes, its pretty funny that people always seem to end up with lockers right next to each other, but don’t linger so long talking to me about when 1) you are naked, 2) I am naked, and 3) you are standing that damn close to me. You seem like a decent guy, but you will never be the person I want to stand naked next to.

Not to get on a rant here but what the heck is going on in the showers at the gym? There’s a whole array of showers to choose from and when I’m the only one in there, which shower does the next guy take? Yes, the one right across from me. What’s up with that? Its bad enough they force men to shower in full view of each other, but why are people intentionally making it worse? Are we all so lonely that we need to shower near someone? Nothing spoils a good, cold, after-workout shower like the site of a another guy washing his private areas 4 feet from you. And don’t talk to me in the shower either. I don’t care about the water temp in your shower. And don’t talk to me at the urinal. Why do people feel the need to fill the time with small talk? I’m holding my johnson and urinating, you have no business talking to me about the weather, or John Kerry, or the towels at the gym when I doing that. We can talk in the lobby, but please don’t say “Can we meet in the lobby to talk?” while I’m holding my johnson and urinating, especially while you’re doing the same thing. Two grown men have no business talking about anything to each other while they are standing elbow to elbow, both holding the hose, and washing the big white mint. Its just wrong. Ok, I’m done.

4.5 miles tonight and strength training.

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