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Runtime Error: It's not a race

Sorry to have been disappeared for a while.  My wife and I were on a business trip.  I only found time to run once while away, but I ate plenty of carbs and I've been able to stick to my schedule and just juggle some days around a little bit.  And I did some open water swimming and some light (beer) lifting, so I figure that covers my cross training.

But you come home from a business trip and you are thrown right back into the rat race.  Or, rather, the daily cycling race across the Longfellow (Salt&Pepper) bridge.

It's not a race.

Please, for the love of god, if you are going to come up from behind at the stop-light and try to get a jump on me through the intersection, please-please-please be confident (and have the strength) to get up and over the bridge (not that much elevation by-the-way) in a timely fashion.  Otherwise your going to catch me on your wheel, whistling and enjoying the skyline.  I won't pass you, cause you are a major DB and I don't need to.  But I WILL let you know your little spin-fest in the intersection did nothing but tire out your tiny legs.

But, see, I can get over this.  You are wearing sweatpants outdoors, so you need to capture these little victories.

On the other hand, I do have an issue if you try to race me on the treadmill.

If you've read my other webloggings, you know I am a put your head down and get to work kind of person when it comes to fitness.  Get on the treadmill, punch in a routine of some sort and myofb.  I follow instructions, directions and recipes obsessively and with compulsion.  In fact, you will find many of the following notes scattered about my home:



And possibly even stuck to my cats:


(Alec doesn't photograph well, because he has the soul of the devil.)

I've got my time, my speed, my distance, my resistance and everything else laid out.  It's a plan, I bought the book, and it's there for a reason. So it goes without saying that I don't care what you are doing on the treadmill next to me.

But there are a few guys that do.

They get on and get going.  I'm in warm-up mode for about 10 (ten) minutes before I need to up the ante.  I pop it, and dude next to me feels like his manhood ain't what it was a moment ago, so he cranks his up at the same time.  But now it gets good.  I am doing intervals, so after a few minutes, I am back down to cruising speed.  He can't bring himself to slow down.  After another, say, 30 seconds I am ready for the next interval and pop it to my previous speed.  All racer 5 knows is that I sped up, so he bumps his up a few more notches.

It's so obvious, its hysterical.

This goes on long enough that by the time I am done with my routine, dude next to me is, without a doubt "winning".  And likely running 4 (four) minute miles at this point.

Guy today didn't even bother with the game.  He glanced over, saw I had my treadmill set to 9 (nine) and set his to the same FROM A DEAD STOP.

Good luck with that.

I got 18 in this past weekend and I am looking at 20 on Saturday.  My knees are killing me (first time in forever) so i'll be rolling on the foam the next couple of nights.

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