I truly hate the man with every fiber of my being.
On a more positive note, I made Jeff caramel shortbread cookies and made myself strawberry ice cream cheesecake. Both are delicious! Jeff asked me not to share his treats with neighbors, and the cheesecake can remain frozen for months. Uhm, so I’m not sharing it either. So there.
Tricep pushup on 45# plate + plate press + overhead forward lunge both legs + 27″ box jump + 10m sprint + 2 forward rolls with 1-legged landing + 10m sprint
That was fun! I set up the gym mat on the driveway for forward rolls and got lots of looks from some of the neighbors.
25m 145# sled pull UPHILL + 25m + 25m sled sprint downhill
Mah legs! Luke watched me the entire time, you know, because he’s a great coach.
I had our bikes tuned up, so I joined Jeff for his late afternoon workout. I say joined even though he worked out in the garage and I worked out outside.
400m bike + 10 6-count burpees
I wore helmet, but only whilst biking. Duh. I enjoyed the transitions from bike to burpees and burpees to bike.
I recorded an additional round using the time lapse feature of my iPhone. It was awesome then viewing the recording to see Luke patiently wait for my return from biking. He truly is an exceptional dog.
My First 5K
“As competitive as you are, you should run a local race,” Jeff said. “I have no interest in doing that,” I replied. “You could run a race that raises money for a charity. You could be doing some good by running.” Jeff knows me well. He suggested the Komen Race for the Cure 5K held in Raleigh. I didn’t know when I registered that it was one of the largest races held in the state. To get a sense of how I’d fare, I ran 3.1 miles around Bond Park in Cary in a time of 24 minutes and change. I looked up the results from previous races and discovered that a 24-minute time for a 5K would be respectable. Not great, but respectable. Well, at least I wouldn’t be embarrassed.
I showed up on race day and immediately began to feel anxious. I picked up my race day shirt, handed it to Jeff, and entered the at that time relatively empty corral, placing myself about 20 or 30 feet from the start. I was wearing a cotton tee, cotton underwear, baggy shorts, cotton socks, and Converse sneakers. I wasn’t wearing a watch, hat, earbuds, heartrate monitor, or any other devices. Runners began to enter the corral, and it immediately became apparent to me that I was out of my league. The runners were wearing all of the proper running gear and doing convoluted stretches. I began to move farther and farther away from the starting line and eventually positioned myself behind the women and men pushing baby strollers.
The gun sounded and the front runners began. It took quite some time for me to eventually make it to the starting line, and it was a total cluster fuck. I was weaving my way around runners and walkers. Yes, walkers. I certainly wasn’t running in a straight line! I told myself, “Pass as many people as you can the first mile and then see how you feel.” And I passed many people and wasn’t passed by anyone. The crowd of runners began to thin and running became easier. When I began to run the second mile I told myself, “Work the hills, because you love running hills. Continue to pass as many people as you can and if someone passes you try to run with them for as long as you can.” I continued to pass people but wasn’t passed by anyone. There were now very few runners that I could see and attempt to pass. As I began to run the third and final mile I told myself, “Just run strong. If someone passes you, don’t be upset. Just run as fast as you can.” No one passed me, but I did pass a few more people. I took the final 90 degree turn into Meredith College campus (where I would later teach) and knew I was in the final stretch.
I saw one runner ahead of me and I told myself to do everything I could to attempt to catch him. I not only caught him, I passed him. There were hundreds of people in the crowd yet somehow I saw Jeff and he was smiling like I’d never seen him smile before. I ran through the finish, grabbed a water, and made my way to where I last saw him. “Do you know how you did?” he asked. “No, but I think I did pretty well,” I replied. “Did you look at your time on your watch?” he asked. I hadn’t but did then and the time read 18 minutes and 47 seconds. “Wow,” I said, “that’s a lot faster than I thought I’d run.” Jeff said, “I counted the runners as they crossed the finish line, and if I’m correct you came in 37th place.” We waited a few moments and then went to where the results were posted. It was then that I discovered that I had come in 3rd place in my age group, male masters, and this was according to gun and not starting line time. If I had started the race at the starting line I would’ve liked placed second or even 1st place in my age group.
And that’s what I did the next two years. Yup, I finished 1st place male masters the next two years. Aaaaand, I purchased running shoes, socks, shorts, cap, watch, etc. Ha!