Candice was unnecessarily bitching and whining. So unlike her!

Stupid fucking toe. Fuck.

I thought we talked about this? You see my log? It's called rest and healing. I am on the elliptical or exercise bike 2X a day so I am not falling completely out of shape. You can do a lot in 15 weeks if you're healthy from the start. Goal: Be 100% healthy Jan 1. Remember?

I'm thinking that's a beautiful week for my first 100 mile week. Who's with me!? Jeff? I'll bet you are!

Dec 22nd - 28th

Alright, enough. Love the enthusiasm. But you know the 100 mile week is kind of a holy grail of running. It takes reorganizing your life around running. It means that you have always just run or are getting ready to run. It can be done as a stunt by the undertrained runner (right, Trent?). But to run 100 miles a week as a part of a training plan in order to take your running places you've never gone is not something to be frivolous about. It requires reorganizing your life around something pretty fucking stupid that no one gives a shit about except for you and even you doubt why the fuck you are running around in circles all the goddamn day. It means being constantly on the edge of injury, worrying about whether or not this niggle will turn into something more serious. It requires holding yourself back when you want to go faster. And it can break a runner. I've been running for a long time and I have run two 100 mile weeks in my life. After the first one, in my first training cycle, it put me in a hole that I am only now climbing out of. The second I handled more easily, but hte quad pain I am dealing with still now began during that time. Hopefully a few more 100 mile weeks are in store for me. Hopefully I will be ready. Hopefully I will not break my leg from the pounding. Hopefully I will not get too cranky from the constant glycogen depletion. Hopefully I will be able to write some good stuff at some time during the day. Hopefully these big weeks will allow me to hold 5:40 pace for 26 fucking miles. Hopefully. But not certainly. Not at all. So, yeah, you'd run a 100 mile week if you could. If you could. So would I, if I could, if I can, if I am capable, if if if if if if if if if if. Do not take the "ifs" lightly. Do not speak of them flippantly. That's why we're in it. For the ifs. It is a hell of a long way from "if" to "totally would." If I could run a 2:30 marathon, I totally would because hey you know sounds like fun.

right, Trent?

Stupid fucking toe. Fuck.

Everyone knows what i'm doing in Vegas, right? Stupid stupid stupid stupid shit.

I'm just pissy because being 32 sucks. So old. So very old. How will I go on?

That's not old. You're still within my dateable age range. Oh, except that you're excluded because you're married and stuff.