What I want to do next Sunday: Run the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. What I will do instead: Not run the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. What I’m doing is otherwise known as the Smart Option, but it’s definitely not the one I wanted to choose. After I completed my first 5K in December — and screwed around… Read More decision.
And doing it as best I know how: * Florida was fabulous. The kids are amazing little people — getting more grown up by the minute — and my sister and BIL are doing a great job with them. Mrs. Crappy and I got to the beach four of the six days we were there.… Read More catching up, grumpy edition.
I — we — had a good morning. Mrs. Crappy and I set off from the parking lot along the North Shore Trail a little after 9 this morning. Eight and a half miles later, I returned to the car. Mrs. Crappy? She did five miles, running most of the way. I am pleased, for… Read More nipples.
About a mile into my run tonight, I started feeling a pain at the top of my right leg. Actually, that’s not right. At first, it just felt tight. That turned to a pain, and got sharper and sharper by the minute. It was warm tonight, warmer than any day I had run on… Read More doubt.
After several days of angst, I finally got to go outside and run this morning. And I didn’t die. Neither did my right foot. I took my bum wheel out for what was intended to be a short (check) and easy (actually a little quicker than I had planned) run, in order to test the… Read More all better. probably.
In the five months since I’ve started running, I’ve been most surprised by one thing — I enjoy it enough that it bothers me when I can’t go. I’ve been through a couple little head colds since I started back in October, and took the necessary days off that I wasn’t going to risk making… Read More feet.
Uncle Crappy 