An occasional chronicle of my misguided attempts to engage in physical activities a few years after what could be considered my prime. My mind is already gone - now watch as the body crumbles. This blog is for the entertainment of my old running buddies. Anyone else who stumbles upon this will be even more bored than my old buddies. You have been warned.
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Looks like fun, but where are the coonskin caps and the river pirates? How many miles would you say you had to drag those canoes upstream?
Who knew the Brule was running this time of year! How were the mosquitoes
From further down the road (10 April '39) and running twice a week with Bill Marten who's even further ahead at 72, I can confirm a training effect is still possible. Running 10 miles in Montana with my 28 year old daughter every other day for a month produces a minute per mile improvement. It also gives real meaning to the adage about making you strong if it doesn't kill you. Zero absolute, -13 with wind chill, but Bill and I will run tomorrow. What's the temp in San Diego?
Best, John Greist
Thanks, "Anonymous", it's good to hear that the training effect can still work in an aging bod, and it's even better to hear that you & Bill are still running together - even in Wisconsin winters. Sounds like your daughter is just as tough as you guys. It's Wednesday morning at 9 and I'm just getting ready to head out the door for a little run. It's 66 degrees.
-Candy Ass Herb
Stop it John. You're making me nostalgic for the -39 temps of Duluth. ...And that was just the summers!
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