The Inevitable Interim Post
The blog thing fascinates me. But Iâ€™ve never been one to care much about runningâ€™s day-to-day trivialities. Iâ€™ve never been tempted to write a mundane diary for you.
I could offer the predictable training report, listing the miles I ran today (ten) and where I ran those miles (trails). I could tell you how many miles Iâ€™ve run so far this week (twenty-eight). But I wonâ€™t bore you with that. Thatâ€™s worse than a recap of trail conditions (mostly dry with some mud â€“ and wow, the gross puddle in the marsh remains massive). Of course, I might offer an excuse for low mileage like, â€œIâ€™m tapering for Bostonâ€ but you wouldn’t likely find that compelling. Who knows? Maybe youâ€™d suspect me of sandbagging.
Iâ€™ll refrain from calmly reporting that the blister on my left big toe is healing nicely. Iâ€™ll say nothing of the twinge I felt in my IT Band today. Neither will I share my concern that my Gore-Tex Inov8 Roclite 318 GTX shoes have only a few more miles left on them. And you certainly wouldnâ€™t care that I need new socks. At Zero To Boston, youâ€™ll never read a word about gastro-intestinal distress or chaffing. No, you deserve better.
This space is reserved for weightier subjects; for real drama.