5.5 miles, 1:15.42 (13:46)

Finally figured out the mad dog course. 5.5 from our place around the loop and back.

5.5 miles, 1:15.42 (13:46)
mad dog, 12:30 p.m., 55
13:42, 13:33, 13:43, 13:46, 14:19, 13:21, 6:38
163, 0.72
hokey pokey

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6 miles, 1:23.10 (13:52)

OK, it wasn’t really a turkey trot. Just another run. But I did spend a lot of time thinking how thankful I am despite the uncertain times. And I saw a lot of people on the trail. A Muslim family with a crazily decorated birthday cake. Indian guys playing cricket. A ghostly white woman on a bike in a zebra-skin dress. Older black couple walking hand-in-hand. An assortment of Whitey-town runners. A pack of Hispanic kids in a spirited soccer game. Signs that America is great, and maybe no amount of politics can mess that up. If we’re dining on Thanksgiving, I hope mine is slow-cooked in a melting pot.

My hopes were shattered that adding the last leg of the mad dog course would clock me in at an even 6 miles. I ended up extending it toward Tempe and coming back, which feels totally wrong. So I guess the official course will be 5.5 or 5.7 or something. Damn garmin. I miss the days when you could just round up a quarter mile guilt-free.

Pooped out in the last couple of miles, but I think I’m just tired. It was a good run. Cool, clear, Morning Edition, didn’t get hit by any frisbees. A happy Thanksgiving indeed.

6 miles, 1:23.10 (13:52)
mad dog, 11:30 a.m., 70
13:18, 13:31, 13:39, 13:50, `14:47, 14:05
162, 0.72
hokey pokey

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The day before Thanksgiving isn’t that much fun when you work for a newspaper. It’s even LESS fun when you work for a bunch of them. 

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4 miles, 51:14 (12:48)

I had this weird dream that I was living next to an ocean and running in a swamp of humidity. There was a Selena statue and a suspicious gull and a jackalope.

But then I woke up and I was back at the greenbelt. So of course I ran the mad dog. It went really well. Knee feels OK after long layoff. Hokas seem to be happy. Mo ran with and extended her streak of runs without crashing to one. A good start and a happy course. I love the mad dog. It’s good to be home.

4 miles, 51:14 (12:48)
mad dog, 11:30 a.m., 59
12:15, 12:28, 13:02, 13:27
165, 0.76

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rest (zillion days)

nothing is more annoying than a kid who thinks running is supposed to be fun.

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5k race, 35:31 (11:29)

i’m running along just a few hundred meters into the race when i see him up ahead. silver hair, lean physique, dark tan, million-mile legs, no socks, old skechers. it has to be Don Freaking Winkley.

plus, the back of his shirt says Don Freaking Winkley, which is sort of a giveaway. but still.

longtime readers will recall i have seen him a few times over my six years in corpus christi at the gym. he was one of my heroes when i first dipped my toes into ultramarathons. he was always doing insanely long races. sometimes he’d win, sometimes he’d burst into flames. but he was amazing and crazy and fearless. and still is. and here he is.

he’s 73 now and still running stupid long distances, so i guess this 5k is just goofing off for him. meaning that while i am already in total aerobic debt, i’m able to keep a few meters behind him as he chats with a friend.

it’s an out and back course, so as he goes along he’s getting an endless series of greetings and waves from the other runners. local legend. i get a few MOVE OVER YOU MORONs, which i assume is a form of admiration.

at the turn, he’s still there. i’m just a little back, sitting on his shoulder. he’s wearing the 2005 spartathlon shirt, a 150-mile race in greece. i’m wearing some 10k trail run shirt from west of austin. oh, well. i’m holding my own.

we keep that same position, him leading the way, me comfortably drafting, until the Hill of Death at about 2.7 or so. i suck it up, figuring this is my chance. i turn on the jets and watched as he pulls away. i probably need to read the instructions on my jets more closely.

and then it’s over. i’m ok with my time, considering i was giving up running forever a few days earlier. someone asks him how he did. “oh, i was just pretending to run,” he replies. i totally bought it.

my mind races. he’s just a few feet away, chatting with someone, and then he starts to walk away. i can catch up with him and introduce myself at last.

what to say? how i had torn open ultrarunning each month to see the latest installment of his race across america? his crazy australia jaunt with jesse riley? the six-day sri chinmoy runs? trans gaulle? tennessee? how i’d almost met him once at the gary cross 6-day in sierra vista till the logistics didn’t work? how i’ve been a fan forever? like 30 years forever?

i found out at the recent race where i rediscovered willie that sometimes you just have to put aside the shyness and do it. i walk up to him.

and then keep walking.

maybe it’s better to keep your heroes at a distance. maybe they should serve alcohol at the finish. maybe i suck.

but for the record, i was within striking distance of running legend Don Freaking Winkley for almost an entire race.

bring on the spartathlon, Don Freaking Winkley. bring it on.

wings of texas 5k
3.1, 35:31 (11:29)
cole park (2 hills), 7 a.m., 66 4n
11:01, 11:31, 12:01
176, 0.80
ernie pook

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he gave her a roomful of chippendale

that nobody sits in
— the prophet joni mitchell

sorta race tomorrow. hill of death three times? what the.

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