XXXI: Three Year Honeymoon

I finally found the batteries. They were stored somewhere in one of the kitchen drawers.

This is what happens when you move from one place to another in your life.

The past three weeks have been mind-blowing. Time has sped up, seasons have changed, rain has fallen, sun has shined, and we have relocated from our apartment into a house.

True. Story.

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Mobile Minutes: Where I Come From…

The chicken is still thawing, so Darco and I hit the town!

Setting: Old brick building turned into bar, restaurant, and pool hall (no smoking). Music? Country. Number of men wearing camo? Eight (including one flannel and a John Deere hat). Four televisions have boxing documentaries on, and two have “Realtree Monster Bucks” playing.

Most seats are taken, small talk all around. Tuesday night obviously equals taco Tuesday, and the local high school football team eats for free on Friday nights.

The only men in here without beards are well over 70 years of age, and hats? Make sure you’ve got yours on and it’s stained with sweat and dirt.

Who knew the town I’d move to was so similar to wear I grew up.


Mobile Minutes: 400m Sprint

What I just learned…

Nerves can destroy you. When I sign up for a 5K races, I’m not really thinking about competition, I’m just there to run.

Today, a mixture of competition and nerves ruined me.

First, “open heat” does not equate to everyone and their sister. Open heat means if the cutoff for “elite” is 4:40.00, “open” runners run at approximately 4:41.00.

Second, unlike my assumption that these runners would be in it just because their standard 5K wasn’t this weekend, these runners were hellbent on the mile and only the mile.

Third, do yourself a favor, at least once in your life be the idiot that jumps out front first. Do it in order to get it out of your system. Today was my calling to this event. I ran…wait for it…a sub-55 second 400m to start the race. I led that crew like there was no tomorrow. Then my lungs caught on fire, my legs cramped, and the ‘nursing home special’ passed me. Needless to say, I suffered the next 1200m of that race.

Embarrassed doesn’t even describe the sensation in my soul right now. However, two positive things came out of this:

1. Darco got a kick out of it and wants to witness more of these races.
2. Man, I flew in that first 400m and it wasn’t even in a sprint.

Back to the drawing board.
After some food and rest.



Mobile Minutes: Sunflower Run

Greetings from the Sunflower State!

Darco and I are currently located in Wichita, Kansas. Tomorrow I’m competing in my first mile road race…ever. It’ll be the first mile race I’ve been in since the spring of ’05.

Needless to say, I’m a bit terrified.

I don’t know why. Probably because it’s something I enjoy, something I’ve legitimately trained for, and because of this I’m scared that I’ll disappoint those around me. Make no mistake, I’m not an athlete by anyone’s count. I’m just warped into the programming of believing that when you’ve put in the work it’ll pay off.

However, ‘pay off’ doesn’t equal 4:40.00 or below times (elite timing requirement).

I’m rambling. I suppose this is what someone could call their “pre-race jitters”. Zoning out, closing eyes, visioning the course, listening to the same audio track over and over.

I can only form a single thought tonight…

Please God, let me run.