Time to round up the dogies and piss on the campfire. To run off into the sunset. I haven't written much on this blog in about a month and it obviously ain't doing it for me anymore.
I have thought on more than a few runs that it was time. Each time I thought about counter-arguments, but none of them really stirred me. I don't have the fire to keep this going. There are some days running that I thought of some cool things to write about, but I don't feel like putting them out here anymore.
I'm not going to run down memory lane, nor do I feel particularly sentimental about this. Will I come back to this? I doubt it. If I write about running I imagine that it will be in some other format. Life moves on, there are no second acts.
Enough with the cliches. I am still running, lately between 25 and 35 miles per week, with no speed. My knees ache sometimes and my ankle is pretty much okay again, but I'm not going to try to run fast again for awhile, at least not until I am convinced that something is different and I will have a shot at sustaining my training without succumbing to another injury. I don't know what that is yet. I talked to Paul Hines today and he said I should lay low till I hit 50. Maybe that's what it takes. Maybe not. As I've said before, there is always running in costume.
I chatted with Paul during miles 2 and 3 of today's Broad Street Run. I agonized over running that several months ago, and it was the last time that I tried to train. That led my PF to flare up again, and forced me to dial things back. Yet again. Thus I faced BSR less than enthusiastically and nowhere near racing shape.
So I figured if I broke 70 minutes I'd be happy. I figured if I had fun running the South Philly miles I'd be happy. I figured if I got to see the battleships instead of being so intent on finishing that I'd just run by them as they sat mothballed alongside the course I'd be happy.
I accomplished all three. Running with Paul, I did the first miles in just under 7 minute pace, and started to pull away after mile four. Halfway split was 34:30, right on target. As I motored through South Philly I picked up speed, and ran the second half in 33:00, a minute and a half negative split. Nevermind I got nosed out by a 12 year-old girl at the finish, I had a good run. Final time was around 67:30.
I didn't wear a watch. I saw an historical marker for the Baker Bowl, the Phillies old ballpark, that I had never seen before. The music along the way was alot of fun, my favorites were the percussion group up on North Broad and the marching bands (playing in place) at Temple and in front of the Inquirer building. I saw a guy in the subway heading up to the race with "Bring it on" written on the back of his t-shirt, I ran past him at about 9.5.
But, at 34,000 finishers, Broad Street is behemoth now. The race does very well in handling that crowd, but its too damn big. I told Reba that I feel like a hipster in that my reaction to something getting that popular is to move on. So I expect I'll let someone else get my slot next year.
So, no races on the horizon, and no plans to further update this blog. If you've been following me and have gotten this far, I hereby hang a virtual medal around your neck, as you are a finisher. Congratulations and thank you. I imagine what never was a large following has dwindled to people I know, but I also have gotten to know some folks through this blog and for that I am grateful. Keep in touch, if by no other way then by sending a comment, which gets forwarded to my email.
Otherwise, happy trails.