I woke up about 4 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep, so I logged on to the live coverage of the London Marathon and caught the tail end. I was hoping I might see Ryan Hall in the lead pack, but he had fallen off by then.
Still, he wasn't that far behind. He finished a mhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifinute back from the winner, Martin Lel, who set a course record. He came in fifth in what was one of the fastest marathons of all times. Never before have three runners in a race finished under 2:06. Hall almost made it under, with 2:06:16.
Hall is definitely going to be a contender in Beijing.
Looks like a super cool race. Beautiful course, of course, with spectators lining the street several deep. Check out this with all the crazy characters out running.
Though I was tired from lack of sleep, I decided to jump right into my weekend long run. Turned out to be a great idea.
We're having another cold snap. It was about 34 when I started, but I was appropriately dressed and my mind was in an acceptance mode, so it actually felt pretty good.
I figured it might be a good idea to shake things up, so I left Cliff Drive about two miles in and took a detour through the East Bottoms up to River Market. Once I got there I felt so good, and the scenery was so interesting, I just kept going, picking up pieces of the Riverfront Heritage Trail (which is a pathetic joke), until I wound up down in the West Bottoms.
From there, the only way home is back through Downtown. But instead of heading straight back, I did an extra loop around the park overlooking Cliff Drive to boost the mileage up to 16 for the day.
Good run!
I think I'm definitely ready for the Flying Pig.
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Man, If I'd known you were up I would have called. We went through on the train at about 7:00 or so and I figured I didn't want to wake you up. Shoot, you were probably running by about then. Had a great trip to the Grand Canyon and New Mexico. Went 6 miles down and then back up in the Canyon. Still have aching calves and sore quads from that. I think hiking 12 miles with no conditioning took a bit more toll than I expected which I guess I should expect at 55 but the views were worth it. The term "Grand" seems almost an insult.
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