Jesus, Joseph, Mary, and The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
I ran this race yet again, today, and my legs are really very, very pissed off right now. Took me about ten minutes just to lower myself into the bathtub once I got home.
I'll write a proper wrap-up once my shoulders stop hurting from typing at the keyboard. Yeah, it's that bad.
But the race went relatively well, five hours and fifty-seven minutes of slap-slap-slap on the pavement of Central Park. A downpour during Lap Three was peachy, too.
So I'm NOT running tomorrow, I thought about a 4-mile race, and that's just a sign of mental illness. Like running a 60K isn't?
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Good god! 60k today... and you were still considering a 4 miler tomorrow??? Egad! Scratch "Cranky," replace with "Crazy."
No, seriously - AWESOME. Why don't you eat a life-threateningly indulgent dinner and sleep late tomorrow? You've certainly earned it.
Wow. I knew you complained, but I didn't know you actually HURT! Can't wait to read about it. I love hearing about your suffering.
You are so awesome! I can't believe you were out there cheering for us 4 milers on Sunday. Next year I am running this with you. I have such HUGE admiration for you! Take care of those legs.
Hi Man, Great job! Just amazing. I could not run the Knickerbocker this year. The training for the marathon was too much. In 2007 I have had so much fun to run the 60k with you. You are the best motivator for long distances. All the best. Hope to see you soon out there. The German
And the race report is where?
Yes, it hurt, alright.
AA and TG, better get ready for next year, 'cause you'll be out there with me.
Share the pain!
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