I had the clever idea of posting each Sunday to let everyone know how my training was going.  That plan was immediately derailed last Sunday by a power outage.  I can think of nothing so miserable as trying to blog from an iphone in my 100 degree house, so last week’s post was skipped.

Week three of training actually went well, and I got all four of my runs in.  Three of those four runs were done on the treadmill, since hell seems to have parked itself on central Ohio.  I even got my runs in during a state of emergency, friends.  This may partially be the result of the amount of time spent at the gym charging my phone during the outage, but whatever.  I was a rock star.

Conversely, week four of training was horrible.  I started many runs, and finished none of them.  We had no power for four days, and then our air conditioning was broken for an additional three days.  It was at least 100 degrees on three of those days, high 90s on the rest.  I was really flipping hot and surly.  Running outside was miserable–I just could not tolerate being any hotter–and everyone has their treadmill limits.  Also, my legs have been sore since I increased my running from 3x per week to 4x per week.  I tried to make the best of it and did lots of cross-training.  You can’t win them all.

We have air conditioning again, so I feel like I can do anything.  Watch out, week five.

In other news, the storm did not manage to blow away my mutant tomato plants.  They are continuing their yard take-over.  Since everything else is dead, it should be pretty easy.

Also I saw this on youtube, and it just tickled me to death.  These are my favorite bands right now, and with Bob!  Play on if you would enjoy banjo, cello, and the creepiest version of Maggie’s Farm that I have ever heard.

There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light
In the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right
And it comes in black and it comes in white
And I’m frightened by those that don’t see it

When nothing is owed or deserved or expected
And your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected
If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected
Decide what to be and go be it

I die.

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