Beautiful Commercial On Texting With Important Message
/Blair sent me this video.. a nice reminder that on most days, I am perhaps too attached to the smart phone. I love the message. I will strive to do better.
Blair sent me this video.. a nice reminder that on most days, I am perhaps too attached to the smart phone. I love the message. I will strive to do better.
I ran today. Thirteen miles. I was excited about the run. Only thirteen. In these marathon training days of 17, 18 and 20 mile runs, thirteen is a gift. An easy day. A run-and-done given.
Except today. The humidity was brutal and I hit the wall just past mile ten. Drenched and exhausted, I paused my watch and walked for a bit. I'm a slave to the plan though, so I kept pushing, walk/running the final miles back to the car. At mile twelve, chills set in. Not the reaction you expect or want from your body in 90% humidity. Finishing up in Country Park, I found myself shivering and breaking out in goose bumps even as my skin was scorching to the touch. Diagnosis? Dehydration.
I wasn't alone. There was lots of chatter on Facebook today about the brutal running conditions. It's one of those things runners just accept. It's August in North Carolina and we're running in it. It's going to suck.
Let me start off by saying I truly believe he meant no harm. He was offering compliments and trying to be nice and probably had no idea that his comments were making me uncomfortable. Here's what happened.
I went home today to meet a service tech for a home-issue we're experiencing. He was right on time (props), professional and polite. He stood by the front door and pulled on plastic booties over his shoes.
"Don't even worry about it," I said. "I'm a runner so who knows what sort of dirt I drag into the house on my shoes."
Today's Crossfit WOD was "The Murph," named after Navy lt. Michael Murphy, 29, of Patchogue, NY, a SEAL killed in Afghanistan on June 28, 2005. He was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. The workout consists of:
I went in with no idea what to expect. Being Memorial Weekend, I didn't know if the place would be empty. Far from it. Close to 30 of us lined up at the back door that leads to the greenway, waiting for the clock to count down the start to the run. Several of the guys and one girl (you GO, girl!) wore weighted vests for the workout.
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