the last dance
Today was the last sunday long run from 235 fitch rd. Unfortunately the complete crew couldn't make it due to an enlarged achilles and graduate work. Hodgie-san and I had a nice relaxing spillway loop run in 66 minutes. No, that isn't a long run, but I am crunched for time. I spent the rest of the day driving back and forth from Hudson, painting and taping. Nothing in the chore world is worse than taping. I would rather dig holes than tape.
I was really lucky here in Clinton to have someone of Bob Hodges level to run with and bounce ideas off of. It is not too often hacks like me get to go on weekly runs with a world cross/2:10 marathoner type of guy. I have certainly improved just trying to implement some his ideas and methods. I will have to find time to come out to the reservoir a couple of times just to get some more stories. They are endless even though they are told through some pretty labored breathing. I suggest anyone who is reading this and has some running related questions to send them to Hodgie. Chances are you will get some (softened for your benefit) philosophical form of "toughen up there wuss bag, this is how I ran fast, this is how anyone who ran fast ran fast. There is no secret formula. You do it or get out of the way. Good luck!" Which is what everyone needs to hear. Being told to take it easy and put your feet up doesn't get you on a world cross team. The only thing I will miss terribly in Clinton is not being .5 miles from Bob's house. With any luck, with my new place only .1 miles from state park land and the promise of a swim in the pool after the run, I will be able to lure him out to Hudson a few times a year.
I am off to bed. Entries will probably be brief this week as I enter the fun world of real estate agents and lawyers. Tuesday is the move day and Wednesday the closing day. Lucky me.
Bring the wallet!