Originally published May 1, 2007
Who'd thought that Frito Pie (you know . . . chili, Fritos, onions and cheese, sour cream and picante sauce if you want) would qualify as a training meal? Promised myself that I'd run this evening, but couldn't get out 'til after dinner. I thought the Frito Pie would be serve 'ala sidewalk' after a few steps into the run, but I had a great run!
I hit the spot that I think is a mile in about 9:23, which to me, especially now, is cruising. Of course, the last 15 minutes were at at 13:30 pace, but that's unimportant (okay, not really . . . the 13:30 part).
Have I ranted in my 'I'm madder 'n hell, and I'm not gonna take it more' mode? About a month ago, a runner in his early 20s was beaten up for his IPod along one of the routes I usually run. I'd like to think that I'm big enough to seem not worth the effort, but in reality, I'm more like that lumbering elephant that gets left by the herd and now word has quickly spread among the hyenas that dinner's ready.
I HATE being intimidated enough to not run after dark (or near dark in this other runner's case) with my IPod. Not that I'm a huge music fan, but this is MY neighborhood, and I don't want to give it up to thugs. Especially thugs not old enough to pay taxes! (huh?)
Coincidentally, the bridge that I use to approximate one mile is the spot where the other runner was mugged.
Anyway . . . enjoyed this evening's run. AND my Penguin hat's started to look worn and sweaty. I'm so proud! Okay, life's little pleasures.
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