Resolution Run, ran without enough resolution...

Wake at six and take my hormone supplement, drink water, make coffee, weigh 206.0 pounds, take my heart medicine, drink coffee and read blogs and comment, go make gruel and look at the weather - frost and ice on windshield, blood pressure is 122/81 with a heart rate of 109 bpm, or doing it all over 127/78 with a heart rate of 43 bpm (better). I see Diane Sawyer has spent two years with prostitutes and now wants to share her experiences, and their lives, all too sad for me.

I get dressed for cold weather running - although I will only jog gently, twenty K's is a long, long way for an old guy like me. The weather is perfect, Sunny, clear blue skies, no wind, and dry road way. At nine we start, I am so slow -- this is the last run of the series and those chosing to only do the five k are coming back before I have even warmed up. I am falling farther and farther back, never thinking that those I could be ahead of haven't gotten up from their beds yet. I am displeased, so I sing to myself - Country Gospel, put your hands in the hands of the man that stilled the water... over and over in my head, a few of the regular hymns, but mostly coming back to that one song as the miles slide on. One woman makes the first water point and finds she missed the turn around for the five K, she has almost done five miles by the time she will get in - good work, even if it was an accident. I think about turning around at five mile mark, ten miles is respectable - but I would be dissappointed in me, wouldn't I? Yep, so five mile mark is past, and I am catching up to the heavy young lady with more go than I got, but I am steady. I do pass her finally, and that makes me a winner! Okay, not that big a deal. I do make the ten k turn around, slap hands with the person making sure I know where I am, and I am over half way, everything on the way back just drops away. What do I see for distraction, well, the twenty mile runners start passing me as I get to my six mile left mark - they are tough and fast, I never could have been that good, could I have been? Well, a have been once was... me. The miles drop off and I make two GatorAid stops and drop the paper cup into the trash can - I hate lazy runners that throw the cups on the ground, but then hate is a wasted emotion, rather thank the nice people providing the fluids and cleaning up the mess. I am on a roll, find a penny, continue to run all the way in, total time two hours forty minutes and some seconds, sigh, such a slug.

1821 calories and 35% of that fat ones, average Heart rate 126, Zone 1 hour 33 minutes 31 seconds, exercise time 2 hours. 40 minutes 17 seconds. I eat a baked potato with stuff and head home, my wife was worried since I took so long and was going to call. But she didn't.

Thought better of it... and did it anyway

I wake before the alarms and get up and turn them off. I take my medicine and think I shouldn't go to the 15K today, my wife would agree with me. My sinus problem is there but doesn't seem that bad, still my wife would tell me not to run. About the third time I thought about not running because it was cold, I had a sinus problem and my wife would tell me not to run, I decided to go and run anyway. I weigh 206.5 pounds, blood pressure is 124/84 with a heart rate of 45 bpm. I make my gruel (oatmeal, grapenuts, chopped nuts and raisins with warm milk) and have a cup of coffee. I dress in layers and remind myself that it is only 9.3 miles to run - anyone can jog for that distance.

I drive by the closed Triumph Dealership, promising myself that I will visit it when it is open, my wife wants a sissy bar on my bike for when she goes with me. The sky is clear and blue and the Olympic Mountains and Mount Rainier are brightly reflecting the Sunshine from their fresh snows. I am early but I do get my number and wander, listening and then slowly stretching and checking the heart monitor's function, I reposition the belt for better contact. I am cheating just a bit, I left my partials at home so I am lighter - not that it will make a difference.

At nine the gun (not really, must have been a horn) sounds and we move out, I am ready to start my watch as I cross the starting line, I already know I am going to be slow - I have been sick. I jog along, keeping my pace up for the first three miles, after that I kind of fall into the what ever feels good pace - the one I day dream to so well. Before I hit my turn around the fastest fifteen miler flys by - so fast and so smooth. I make the turn and the three men trying to catch the leader speed by me, too. Ah, since I know I am slow, not a real problem. Don't I wonder if I was ever fast enough - not racing fast but speedier than now, was I? Well, I make it in, cheered on by kind folks that know it takes effort to show up and start and then finish. Finishing is great! I burned 869 Kcal and 45% of it was fat (a pound of fat is 1600 Kcal) my average Heartrate is 108 bpm (so slow), in zone only 17 minutes and 2 seconds, total exercise time one hour, fifty-eight minutes and sixteen seconds. I am pleased that I have run, just not proud.

I firmly believe that I beat everyone that hasn't jogged today - because I am sure movement is very important to life, very. Still my average speed was 12.69 minutes per mile. Such a slug. I go back home and get hot soup for lunch and find out what my wife's plans are for the day. I go take a nap and will my muscles to loosen up a bit. I check my email, find I have a meeting I am supposed to be at, make it and then ride off on my motorcycle. The run has me feeling like such an old man I want the powerful feeling back, roll on that throttle.

I ride off into the last of the Sunshine and wave at the other motorcyclists, too good a day to miss. I stop at the Harley-Davidson dealership - saw something to look at one day, nothing to buy. I then get back on the road and hit the highway, long enough to feel really powerful. Then I exit to find the Triumph Dealership open and look around (they are repainting) and talk to one of the staff. He asks me when I got my America, and I realize it was exactly a year ago I rode it home in the rain, scared I was going to do something stupid (stalled it three times, dropped it at home). He then asked how many miles I had on it and I said 8400, he said I really ride. Yes, I do and I mentioned the long trip to Minnesota. I left, the Sun had gone down, and it would get colder riding. Time to call it a day, a very good day it was, too.