Death of 2006
Well, the title maybe a little strong, but in essence, it's true. Since we're on the eve of a new year, the old one will be gone (dead). This year, I've had many ups & downs, but fortunately, more positive than negative experiences resulted with the help of the Lord. As one of my gospel favorites says, "I won't complain".
Saturday agenda-the last long run (of the year)
I completed 14 miles, 7 out & over the bridge, used the port-a-potty, & then returned to base. I was a good part of the Bikila bunch at the end.
Sunday morning agenda-the last ride (of the year)
I pulled out my rarely used recumbent bike & completed approximately 16 miles. That bike was instrumental during a severe injury incurred a year ago that caused me to forfeit my entry in the Jacksonville half.
Sunday afternoon agenda-footworks fun run
This became my last event (of the year). This was a poorly advertised fun run (only 1 sign in store window that many employees were unaware of). I was running (not literally) late because of unexpected traffic, including an accident. I met up with whom I deem 2006's most improved runner, Jonathan Mederos. 2 guys started off the small group (2 females, JM & myself joined the 'leaders'. The course- run from footworks up Sunset Dr to the bridge (at coco plum circle). Jonathan & I did not like the path, so we decided to go to old cutler road toward our normal path to Niketown. We were surprised that someone was still with us. JM didn't want his legs to lock up so we did a fartlek but nearly lost our follower, so we decided not to do that again until comfortable that he could find his way back. Meanwhile, I inadvertently left my water in the car so I had to get some hydration elsewhere. Luckily, JM knew a park was nearby & we stopped there & got another surprise; we bumped to Christopher finishing up his training run. After a brief chat, we continued & once on the (Nike) path, we picked up the pace, leaving the follower behind. In the last 100 meters, I picked up to near race pace to accommodate the accommodater. He was going at a snail's pace to stay with us so I wanted to close the fun run more in tune with his pace, even though it still was slow in comparison to what he can do. What was supposed to be an easy 3 mile fun run was more like a mini long run (7.43 miles) at an average pace (7:38) faster than I planned. We still broke an hour, even with the stop.
I thank the Lord for the experiences & now in the immortal words of Jorge Mas Canosa, "adelante, adelante, adelante!"; let's move on!