As a youth, I ran, yet I did not exist in a sense. 19 years passed. Today, I exist in one sense because I must run. Perhaps I run to escape the futility of my existence. Perhaps not. In either case, this blog, or whatever it is, will serve to chronicle my training as a runner, my development as a man, and ultimately my demise as a human, because all things pass, fade, retreat into the horizon--and while we run, as we run, the mirage that is the shimmering, glimmering future continues to assert itself just out of reach. And yet, as this picture up above connotes, it may still be beautiful. And so the question may be what is IT? What is it? What is IT?

Saturday, July 14, 2012

6.11-6.17

6.11 8 miles easy on treadmill (2% incline)

6.12 11 miles on treadmill (2% incline) in 75 minutes.

6.13 7 miles easy.

6.14 8 miles easy.

6.15 8 miles easy.

6.16 6 miles easy am. 6.2 miles easy pm. 12.2 miles total.
6.17 8.3 am easy. 9.5 easy pm. 17.8 miles total.

72 miles for the week and I can barely move. It is clear I am totally injured. I am shutting it down for two weeks.
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