Children of the 21st Century are sort of notorious for having a lack of respect in general and toward adults in particular. I think most of that is poppycock and comes under the heading “In MY day we had to walk 5 miles to school in the snow and it was uphill both ways!” but once in a while something happens that I find stunning in it’s blatant display of cockiness. Friday was one of those days.
I went for a run and as I ran past 7-11 which is across the street from a little mall area I noticed 3 boys just sort of hanging out. I didn’t think anything of it until something crash landed near my feet and exploded. I think it was an apple. I stopped dead in my tracks, looked across the street and realized that one of those kids had lobbed it at me. They were hooting and in hysterics with laughter. I wasn’t quite sure what to do but there was no way I was going to ignore it so I started running across the street straight at them. I think those boys were about as stunned as I was when the apple hit the ground and they started to run away then they stopped, looking furtively over their shoulders. I had no idea what I would did if I caught them so I just yelled “Keep Going! Don’t Stop!” and they did. And then they stopped and looked over their shoulders and there I was, still standing in the street. I yelled at them again “Don’t stop now! Keep moving!” and they did, finally jumping a fence and heading behind a building.
I felt pretty powerful putting 3 young teens on the run. They clearly had at least a little respect or they would have just gotten in my face. If they try lobbing anything at me again I will keep chasing them until they puke.
Saturday I went for a bike ride with my friends. I picked a relatively flat course because one of my friends has a ruptured disk and the hills make her back hurt. I learned something really valuable on this ride. Try not to laugh when I tell you this but I figured out that if I start falling behind, all I have to do is put the bike in a higher gear and push a little harder on the pedals and I can catch up. IT’S A MIRACLE! Really. That whole ‘harder, harder, faster, faster!’ thing is good in more ways than one.
On the way back we stopped for coffee and a scone and then we finished the ride – 45 miles in all. I put the bike in the house, changed my clothes to running gear, checked my email and headed back out the door for a 4 mile run. I had thought that I would head straight up a steep hill but part way up I decided I couldn’t do all of my catch up training at once and hung a left which put me going in the downhill direction. I knew I would have to go uphill at the end and that was soon enough. I covered 4 miles. It wasn’t fast (45 mins) and it wasn’t pretty but I got it done!
So that means that I really and truly can do Wildflower. The first 25 miles of my ride took about 1:57 and the run was 45 so I’m thinking I can do WF in just under 4 hours. That puts me at the bottom of the middle of the pack or the top of the bottom of the pack which is just about where I belong.
I had intended to test my nutrition plan for the race, also. I wonder if I could choke down an orange/current scone in T1. If I could, I’d be so money.
My new Wildflower motto is “HARDER, HARDER, FASTER, FASTER” ’cause I know it feels so right.