Apparently, I've been thinking about a lot of stuff lately, since the random stuff posts are increasingly. I think that's good because otherwise this would be boring. "Today, I ran 12 miles. I felt good. I tied my shoes in double knots." Blah, blah...that's lame. If I ever get so one-dimensional that all I think about is my running, my lap splits and my resting heart rate...shoot me.
Speaking of shooting me, this is my new favorite photoshop job of all time:
This woman scares the crap out of me. She's potentially scarier than Dick Cheney. McCain is older than Yoda, what if she becomes President? Terrifying. Then again, I must be sexist because I can't handle a strong woman. Actually, no. I can't handle ultra-conservative, inexperienced, creationist, vice presidential candidates who was clearly chosen only to woo former Hilary Clinton supporters. Maybe she and Cheney should go on a hunting trip.
Can anyone guess who I'm voting for in November?
So, anyway, I ran 12.5 miles or so on trails yesterday morning. It was 52 when I headed out the door. Felt like fall. Ahhhh. Nice. Run was great. Hilly. Good stuff.
And, yes, I'm clearly just lifting the elevation profile for my runs via screenshot from mapmyrun.com. Incidentally, my love affair with mapmyrun may have been nothing more than a brief infatuation. The end result is really cool, but the site features and usability aren't stellar. Maybe we'll just stay friends. It's not you. It's me.
Trail running series starts tonight. So that means speed work. Yikes. I don't think I've run a mile under 8 minutes since June. Should be painful. Course should be sweet, though. We're using some new singletrack. The first 1.5 miles are hilly, twisty, really cool singletrack. Second half is basically all carriage road. Should be interesting.