Thursday, August 9, 2012

1,831

After Grandma’s Marathon, I anticipated recurring knee pain and other issues associated with completing another 26.2 miles. It was the first time in a long time I actually missed running—not the roads but the trials. However, I decided to stay on the bike. However, the knee pain never came, and other body parts told me to take a break.

I have a goal of 3,000 commute miles this year, which equates to 84 days of commuting to work.  After his week, I am halfway there for work commutes at 42.  However, I have logged 1,831 miles so far this year.  I thought that was OK, but then I realized I averaged 8.2 miles a day this year.  That was an emotional uplift.  Then I realized I have several running friends who average more than that for daily miles on foot.  It is all relative.

I also improved my average speed to work recently.  After watching the Olympics, I decided to do a time trial on the road bike to work.  The previous time was just over 56 minutes, wind-assisted.  But August 2 was ideal.  No wind.  Since I ride in all directions to get to work, I always have the wind, no matter what direction it blows.  On this day, it was a new personal best of 54:23 for 17.81 miles... According to the Garmin 405! Only had one red light! The record average speed for me is 19.6 mph. Ave heart rate was 152.  I was pumped.  It was on my new road bike, the Fuji Roubaix 2.0.  I love the way it glides!



Been taking more pictures and learning new techniques.  Select pictures below.





Overall, it has been a decent summer so far. The infection was under control, yet now it seems to come back. I was so happy I rejected the Prednisone the last round. I will have another exam in a few weeks, but I fear I will be given Levaquin again. But NO PREDNISONE! I cannot afford another 10 pounds, and that is what I seemed to gain every time I was on the stuff.

I am going to be a half-century in the next month.  Time goes by so fast.  I'm unsure where it all went, and I see so much more I have not accomplished as I get older.  Some call it making a bucket list while others call it regrets.  I call it opportunity.  Many of my friends did not get the opportunity I have as they passed at an early age.  I will cherish the time, and I believe the trials are in my future.