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March 15, 2005

a kidnapping and a running binge

So I’m woefully behind with my posting again, but it seems like some of you have been having fun with my wetsuit post, so I don’t feel so bad. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time even now to fully unleash my creative power on this post. You’ll just have to bear with me.

So a couple of Fridays ago, I went on an afternoon training run with my friend, Ms. Holiday. You may remember her as one of my kidnappers from about a month ago. You would have thought that I would have learned my lesson, but no, I kept coming back for more. I must have Stockholm syndrome or something. That’s the only possible explanation I can come up with.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a 12-mile tune up for the Martian Marathon in a few weeks. I honestly thought that it was going to be the prescribed distance, boy was I wrong. So we’re running a long for a while and I’m being a slave to this Garmin Forerunner that I’m wearing. But a couple hours in to it, it’s telling me that we’ve ran 11.8 miles, and judging by our current location, we’re still a good two miles out. I should have know better. I could tell that Holiday miles were in full effect. Ends up we did 13.4 before it was all said and done. Go figure. Luckily, before any more torture could take place, a good Samaritan by the name of Jacob Michaels, showed up with vittles in the form of pizza and beer. A true gentleman that Jacob is.

By the suffering was by no means through. Both of the original kidnappers had planned a torture spinning and running session the next morning. And to make things worse, we were forced to spin outside in the freezing cold. I was laboring so hard that steam was rolling off my body. What followed was a torturous five miles, seemingly all up hill, and punctuated by a sprint though foot deep snow. As I was nearing the end, the released one of the vicious attack dogs again to take me down. Luckily I was able to dodge its massive jaws and claw my way to freedom.

When it was all said and done, I had ran 18.5 miles, spun on my bike for an hour, and managed to sneak in a few hours of rest, all in a 18 hour time period. That’s a definite first for me, although I was totally spent for the rest of the weekend. And it looks like I’m going to loose a toenail because of it too. Awesome.

Posted by ksmith at March 15, 2005 07:34 AM

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Posted by: Your kidnapper at March 17, 2005 05:08 PM