_goal
Stay with 1:45:00 pacers.
Practice for Irving Half pacing: 2 GPS: Garmin 910 right; 630 on left wrist.
_Sunday before the race
I was mad at myself for getting sick to skip 15k race. I also felt negative for getting mad—my 2019 resolution was to be forgiving to myself for mental lapses.
The weather turned bad at noon for Ironman Texas 70.3. A few friends were pulled off the run course for safety. The slowest finishing time was just over 5.5 hours. Reminded me of all the DNF’s due to Boston Marathon Bombing.
_Trishop
My heart sank watching Raul’s FB monologue attempting to be positive about store closing. His shop had been the centers of my social circles. There were hints during my last few visits: Conner was often lonely; Lonnie was let go; high-end Cervelo’s weren’t moving quickly.
Memories at the shop: I held Michellie Jones’ Olympic medals, Dan Empfield apologized to me about Lucero’s floppiness. Matt Fitzgerald ignored my tears answering my flexibility vs. speed question the day dad passed away.
_Alex
Few weeks after learning of metastasis, Demma decided to organize the group video. My mood plummeted when I learned Alex hasn’t been well enough for gaming for a month.
_Kisha
Tendonitis instead of fracture. Could be worse.
_Mark
After his 8-year-old passed away, his faith considered suicide a mortal sin; that seems to be the only reason Mark stayed. Finally received his status email on Wednesday. His world was still bleak.
_Wednesday
My waking heart rate resumed. Training run was a struggle. I cut it short. I watch Gary Robbins video on 2017 Barkley Marathon where he missed the 60-hour by 6 seconds. I was overwhelmed by the desire to help him.
_Italy
I continued to lag behind George, who’s doing all the logistic work for August trip, and I had the audacity to run out of mental space to read his research.
_Friday
Weather.com said 100% rain for Big Star. I visualize each step required to minimize rain exposure. I studied the parking map so I could get into shower quickly after the race. Race director emailed reassuringly: rain or shine—more email to come that day. I didn’t see the follow up email ‘til after race day breakfast.
_Saturday
I could use another hour of sleep but followed the race script. Race email notification from 12 hours ago was blocked by Gmail’s own junk mail: “are you sure you don’t want to use gmail phone app?” The race was canceled long ago—I could’ve slept in.
I ran 7.5 miles in the rain, remembering “Texas Tough” was canceled for a few drops of rain. Hypocrites! Hail started after shower.
_Sunday
8am. I wasn’t motivated to run in 45F wind. I postponed the run and skipped crawfish boil. Tiger Woods won his 15th major. The weather was perfect by the time I finally got out the door for the make-up half without 500 of my best friends.
I was excited to watch Boston Marathon the following day.
My life is so mundane.
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