Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Out With the Trash
At the top of Finn's reading list
"MAN IN!!!! MAN OUT!!!" 2-year-old Finn spends much of each day screaming this as he's either jamming his sanitation worker action figure in or trying to pull him out of his big plastic garbage truck. The boy is fascinated with garbage and the people who handle it. Even his favorite book is about a garbage truck. "Know what I do while you're asleep?", it reads. Finn shouts the next line- "Eat Your Trash!!!"
If you're an employed suburban runner, you're probably quite familiar with the sanitation workers in your 'hood. Ours mercifully wait outside the subdivision until 6am before they start raising their unholy racket. I gave them a wave at 5:50 as I finished my first mile and headed out onto bigger roads.
Today was a good day, yesterday was a zero. I just felt like I needed one day of no running to get me hungry again, and when the coffee maker started gurgling at 5:01 I was ready to get out on the roads before the rest of the house woke up. By the time I passed the garbage truck I was feeling good, though I kept the pace modest at the urging of Mystery Coach. At nine miles I felt it: The stride was fluid and the road pulled easily under each step. The last three miles were an exercise in restraint, which was certainly welcome after many days of dragging on the way home. "Two more days of this and I'll be back," I remember thinking as I touched the garage door.
Training: 2/19, 12 miles, 1h23m, 6:58 pace
2/18, Big Fat Zero