THIS WEEKEND

I ran 4.7 miles on Saturday and 7 miles on Sunday. Everything starts to hurt at 7 miles for me. I can feel the lactic acid build up in my legs . . .after 7 miles I feel like my legs are logs. I ran in the country (Fremont Street to the East) past a house that, last year, 2 dogs came out to the road and tried to bite me. I lifted both of them off of the ground at the same time with my Asics. The coast was clear this year. I have no idea how I am going to run 26.2 miles. I talked to my "running buddy" on Saturday . . .he is training for a 100 mile race. I am not. My toe nail on my right foot is preparing to come off. It is black. It looks like I have painted it. I have not. My training is still pretty light this week. So far with this traning I am running quite a few miles less per week than I normally run. In a few weeks my mileage will ramp up and I will risk injury if I do not take the time to stretch. I am trying to eat better. Every pound I lose will save my knees. My right knee has a 12 inch scar from a repaired ACL. Ironically, it has never been the one to bother me. I have decided to "ice" after every run whether I think that I need it or not. A guy I grew up with died on Friday. I have thought about him all weekend. I still remember what he wore in 5th grade. It is interesting what my mind retains. It is also interesting what it chooses to forget . . .though I don't remember what it chooses to forget . .because I forgot. I like myself when I run. . .