I’ve had a couple good posts swimming around my head lately, mostly during my runs and walks to work. One concerns the concept of “recognition” and the lack thereof in relation to our sport and efforts, while the other was about a realization I had today while out on a beautiful single digit temperature run where I didn’t pass a single person for a good 45 minutes. It had to do with the concept of maturing and how we as individuals choose to hold on to the excitement that defines our youth, wherein some find ways to do so that benefit both their mental and physical quality of life and others, well, don’t. If they aren’t passive, then they are effectively working against themselves, funneling themselves into that well-worn path of destructive hedonism of adulthood. Yeah….
But instead of writing about all that (maybe tomorrow?), I really just feel compelled to tell you that if you cut up a banana into little discs of potassium soaked goodness, drizzle some natural peanut butter on top, sprinkle some coconut on that, then drizzle some agave nectar on top of all that, and garnishing the whole shebang with some almonds..well….you got yourself an AWESOME snack.
I’m just sayin.
A successful 30+ week in the books and I’ve now received my first week of training from Coach..Coach Matt (?)…Matt (?)…Coach Ebersole (?)…I gotta come up with a good name to reference him by. Next week tops out at 52 miles with two speed workouts. More Fire will soon commence! We’ll also be meeting up to discuss this years goals and races leading up to those.
Finally…the core workout continues and has seemingly gotten easier already. Stoked.