Jaw droppingly crazy. They started in St. Louis, Senegal and ended at the Red Sea. This is an ultra marathon through the Sahara.
To my Beau
Don't worry Hon, I have no aspirations to do ANYTHING remotely similar to this. Some type of test of endurance and strength on that rock in the middle of the Pacific (his reference to Hawaii) is still game though.
So I was suppose to start my intense training regimen a few weeks ago, but the efforts have been more of a sputter on account of my still swollen toe. I'm afraid of going out for a long run due to the intense pain of a few weekends ago. Because of this, I haven't been consuming as many carbs as I normally would when in training (loading up the day before a long run, depleting on recovery days, and things of that nature). In turn, my treadmilling has not been strong, which damages my confidence. I don't know what kind of distance I can cover at this point in time, and I refuse to consume extra calories and carbs because I may not burn it up.
This is the sort of pattern that makes me think that I won't be able to get to Boston next year. To qualify, I have to finish one of the three marathons I have slated for this year in 3 hours and 40 minutes, which is 8:23 minutes per mile. Right now, 9:14 is my max speed for distance run, but I know I can't sustain that for more than four or five miles. It's a bit odd because I know I can run for hours on end at 10 minutes per mile ... under the right conditions.
Maybe on of the trainers at my new gym can help me out. My first day over there is this Tuesday, the 17th. If they don't think it's possible, then I guess Boston will have to wait till 2009.
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