There is no fucking way I'm going to finish a fifty-mile foot race three months and a week and a half from now. As of about noon today, my new goal for Feb. 2, 2013, is to finish the Rocky Raccoon 20. I think I have a chance of being good for that by then. Today I walked and jogged twenty miles on the River Trail, from the I-30 bridge to Two Rivers Park and back, in 5:03:16, and am currently a vegetable. My splits were 15:15 for the first mile, 45:10 for the next three, 14:52 for the next one, 32:21 for the next two, 45:10 for the next three (which put me at ten miles in 2:32:50), 42:04 for the next three, 31:35 for the next two, 14:15 for the next one, 46:05 for the next three, and 16:27 for the final mile. The final ten miles took me 2:30:26. There's no way I'll try twenty miles again until I have lost at least fifteen pounds (I weighed 177 this morning).
On the positive side, my mind remained clear throughout. My blood glucose was at 135 when I left my house this morning, and at exactly 100 a couple of minutes ago, after I ate three PowerBar Energy gels en route to the twenty miles, and shopped at Kroger for frozen pizza and Milwaukee's Best. I now am on my couch excited about baseball and football; baseball so I can cheer like two motherfuckers for San Francisco to keep St. Louis out of the World Series (Game 7 of the National League Championship Series is tonight in whatever the Giants call their stadium, in San Francisco); football so I can cheer for Mikel LeShoure, who has a very outside chance of scoring enough points for the NFL Detroit Lions to lead the DFL Green Bay Packers to victory over the Cavemen. The Cavemen currently lead, 113.27-106.70. The Cavemen have a running back named Matt Forte who will play for the NFL Chicago Bears tonight. He's much better than LeShoure, so I need him to get a concussion on the first play, or somehow run his hand through a meat grinder this afternoon. You know, something gross would be fine for most of us here in Levy.
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