Actually I am running a 3-5 days a week and last week I even ran 14 miles on Sunday with only a few stops to chat with old friends. With my broken arm and my need to take pain killers I just don't get motivated to run. It seems like the vicodin keeps me from being able to do hard work. So I don't. I've had a set-back with the arm. They put in 7 pins and they were all good in December, but the last xray shows that 4 of them broke. 4 titanium pins broke and they're stuck in my elbow and the surgery to take them out will be worse than the surgery to put them in. It feels like when you bump your funny bone, but I don't have to bump it anymore- it just feels like that most of the time. Yum. But I hate the vicodin. I don't take it during the day because I don't trust myself on it, and I don't like to take it at night because it messes with my sleep, but I end up taking about 2 or 3 a week because the pain is just, well, a pain.
Instead of identifying as a runner, I'm moving on. I've been doing a lot of horseback riding and motorcyle riding. The horse I almost died on- I ride her daily. I even galloped her last weekend. I don't know how to say how much fun that is other than to say it's totally, totally crazy. 45 miles an hour on the back of a green horse? (I'm not kidding- she runs 45mph.) We started jumping last week and she seems to really like it. Like a lab when you ask for a game of fetch- that's how she is with the fences. Fun!
Today I just HAD to post something. April Fools day and all- how could I not?
I especially liked reading about the Cherry Blossom. It really brought back memories, too, because I ran the Cherry Blossom Chaser a couple of times. Not the 10 miler, just the 10k. The year I was 3rd was awesome for me. I remember it was 32 degrees at the start, clear and windy, and the race was tactical right up to the end. I have the newspaper clipping somewhere but I can't remember who all was there. It was fun though. They treated all the athletes like royalty- limo from the airport, first-class hotel, great food... and the second time I was there I got to run with Pat Porter! I remember we were the only two americans running with a bunch of Kenyans. Pat ended up 2nd or 3rd, and I was behind the last of the Kenyans. Who-ee! were they fast! And I know I'm old because the first time was 17 years ago!
Merry Christmas!