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Monday, September 12, 2011

Pain in the lower back...

Sunday morning I was sitting there, contemplating my run for the morning. How far? Take Jake with me?

Saturday, my wife and I timed a race in Chelan, WA. Combination marathon, half-marathon, and 10K. And it was slated to be a very warm day, and the night before when we arrived was still in the upper 80's at sundown. It was expected to get into the mid-90's by the peak of the day. And most of the course was completely exposed. No envy of the racers in my part...

Between the three distances, there were some 200+ finishers, and no heat emergencies. Finish times were slow -- 3:15 for the marathon (second place was a woman only 4 minutes later), 1:27 for the half (posted by a woman -- first time I've seen that first hand), and 44:15 for the 10K (a guy pushing a stroller).

Yes, the heat definitely affected those times, but I guess I'm just not used to small races and their accompanying soft winning times... You'd think I would be by now. Especially after seeing winning 5K times around the 20 minute mark.

Anyway, as we were setting up for the race, I tweaked something in my lower back. Still hurting. So I was contemplating the run, and the day of house painting after... We'll see how it goes, I think.
I suited up and decided to run solo. Within a few steps I knew it wasn't going to be good. Legs felt weak, and the back was hurting with every step. I cut it short at about 1.5 miles.

The day of painting went "okay". The worst was having to lean into the ladder.

The subject has come up multiple times this past week -- do you remember where you were when "it" happened? Ten years ago today, the first terrorist act against Americans on American soil.

Yes, I remember where I was, and what I felt. Clearly, as if it were yesterday. I can't even look at the images without feeling the same anger vreeping back in. I spent two days almost wishing some one would say we deserved it (as I had read online in several places) -- I wanted to vent 3000 lives of frustration on them.

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