"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."

Never, Never, Never Quit.

FIGHT....................FINISH

Countdown to B2B

I CAN

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Almost to taper

One more big week and I'll be about ready for the 10 day taper before Steelhead. Some strong workouts last week despite the heat cutting a couple a little short. Wanted to do 8 miles in the hills but could only do 6 during a noon time run. Also, wanted to do 6 on the track but stopped after 5. The heat/humidity is causes my recovery time to increase and the only way to manage it is to cut some workouts short.

Still got some decent distances in with 4000 meters swimming(including a 2500 meter swim), 110 on the bike(including a 50 miler) and 26 running(including an 11 mile run the morning after the 50 bike). Took yesterday off for my first off day in 3 weeks and to prepare for a last, long, strong week. Hoping to do 8 in the hills this evening, 70 on the bike Friday evening or Saturday morning and 11 running on Sunday.

Had a very strange experience on my 50 mile bike ride Saturday morning. It's not unusual to see strange things on the side of the road during rides. But Saturday morning, about mile 22 near Wimauma, I see a large 'bundle' on the opposite side of the road. As I get closer, I realize it's a man in a very awkward position, with his arms/hands over his head in the road. From his position and having his arms/hands in the road, I'm thinking he's injured or dead. I stop and ride over to him and loudly ask if he's alright. He immediately jumps up startled. He only spoke Spanish so I'm not sure what he said exactly but he appeared to be fine. Not sure why he was where he was but if a car came along without looking very well they would have run over his arms.

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