Catch Up Stuff
Tongue In Cheek Humor
Many of you know that I have a dog. Her name is Molly and I think she is something special. I should though. Did you know that she has her own running blog? She doesn't update it very often, but she does from time to time. You can check it out here...
I suggest the following reading. It is from a local Denver man that ran the Denver Marathon last Sunday. He calls himself, Half-Fast. He has a great sense of humor and ran it with a great time under wet conditions!
Blood Test Today
I am headed to a medical lab today to test for elevated fasting glucose. I had an elevated glucose level in my last series of tests in July. My test came out as 105. Normal levels are under 100. Diabetes Type II is usually diagnosed at 120 and above. I am not a Doctor. I am not in the medical field (aside from being a patient). It seems that I may be slowly slipping into a Type II diabetes state. I would not be surprised. It is in my family history.
It is three months later now and time for another test.
Nutrition
To take the medical test I mentioned above, it is necessary to fast. Nothing since 10:00 PM last night (aside from water and black coffee). So, for this morning's run I did not have my usual oatmeal or have a sports drink with me. It made for a much more difficult run than usual. Duh, ey?
Some Recent Runs...
This is a running blog, right? So once in a while I should discuss something running related.
For the week of September 30, I ran 40.8 miles.
For the week of Ocotber 7th, I ran 26.10 miles. Like a PWWHM run was coming up or something.
This week, so far, I have run 25 miles. I started with a tempo run after a half-marathon run.
Bad Joke
Jane had been driving 16 hours straight and was still at least six hours away from her destination. It was almost eight o'clock in the morning and she was very tired.
After dozing off and nearly crashing into a telephone pole, she decided to pull onto a side road and rest.
Jane turned off the car and closed her eyes ... drifting off to sleep, precious sleep ...
When an old man in a bright blue jogging suit knocked on her window, scaring her half to death.
"Sorry to wake you," he huffed, jogging in place. "But can you tell me what time it is?"
Jane glanced at her watch. "8:15," she said through the glass.
The old man thanked her, then left.
"Just my luck," she muttered. "I'm parked on someone's jogging route."
With a sigh, she settled back into her seat and tried to fall asleep.
Two male joggers in their thirties knocked on her window. If she hadn't been dead tired, she would have found them cute. Now, they were just annoying.
"Hi," the blond jogger said.
"Do you have the time?" his brown-haired friend asked.
Jane sighed and looked at her watch. "8:19," she said.
"Thanks," they said, then jogged off.
Jane looked down the road and saw more joggers coming her way. Irritated, she retrieved a pen from the glove box and scrawled 'I DO NOT KNOW THE TIME' on the back of a magazine. She put the hastily constructed sign in the window and settled back to sleep.
A thin, pale jogger knocked on the window just as she started dozing off.
Jane pointed at the sign and shouted, "Can't you read?"
To which he replied, "Sure I can, ma'am. I just wanted to let you know: It's 8:27."
Many of you know that I have a dog. Her name is Molly and I think she is something special. I should though. Did you know that she has her own running blog? She doesn't update it very often, but she does from time to time. You can check it out here...
I suggest the following reading. It is from a local Denver man that ran the Denver Marathon last Sunday. He calls himself, Half-Fast. He has a great sense of humor and ran it with a great time under wet conditions!
Blood Test Today
I am headed to a medical lab today to test for elevated fasting glucose. I had an elevated glucose level in my last series of tests in July. My test came out as 105. Normal levels are under 100. Diabetes Type II is usually diagnosed at 120 and above. I am not a Doctor. I am not in the medical field (aside from being a patient). It seems that I may be slowly slipping into a Type II diabetes state. I would not be surprised. It is in my family history.
It is three months later now and time for another test.
Nutrition
To take the medical test I mentioned above, it is necessary to fast. Nothing since 10:00 PM last night (aside from water and black coffee). So, for this morning's run I did not have my usual oatmeal or have a sports drink with me. It made for a much more difficult run than usual. Duh, ey?
Some Recent Runs...
This is a running blog, right? So once in a while I should discuss something running related.
For the week of September 30, I ran 40.8 miles.
For the week of Ocotber 7th, I ran 26.10 miles. Like a PWWHM run was coming up or something.
This week, so far, I have run 25 miles. I started with a tempo run after a half-marathon run.
Bad Joke
Jane had been driving 16 hours straight and was still at least six hours away from her destination. It was almost eight o'clock in the morning and she was very tired.
After dozing off and nearly crashing into a telephone pole, she decided to pull onto a side road and rest.
Jane turned off the car and closed her eyes ... drifting off to sleep, precious sleep ...
When an old man in a bright blue jogging suit knocked on her window, scaring her half to death.
"Sorry to wake you," he huffed, jogging in place. "But can you tell me what time it is?"
Jane glanced at her watch. "8:15," she said through the glass.
The old man thanked her, then left.
"Just my luck," she muttered. "I'm parked on someone's jogging route."
With a sigh, she settled back into her seat and tried to fall asleep.
Two male joggers in their thirties knocked on her window. If she hadn't been dead tired, she would have found them cute. Now, they were just annoying.
"Hi," the blond jogger said.
"Do you have the time?" his brown-haired friend asked.
Jane sighed and looked at her watch. "8:19," she said.
"Thanks," they said, then jogged off.
Jane looked down the road and saw more joggers coming her way. Irritated, she retrieved a pen from the glove box and scrawled 'I DO NOT KNOW THE TIME' on the back of a magazine. She put the hastily constructed sign in the window and settled back to sleep.
A thin, pale jogger knocked on the window just as she started dozing off.
Jane pointed at the sign and shouted, "Can't you read?"
To which he replied, "Sure I can, ma'am. I just wanted to let you know: It's 8:27."