i ditched the clown shoes and dragged out ernie pook (the third-generation piranhas), went to the jackalope and ran. no padding, no sole, no support or control. just 4 1/2 ounces of man i can’t believe these things still smell this bad.
and maybe that was the secret.
that slightly greater leg extension from a faster pace seems to take the pain away from the knee. maybe a bit more of a heel strike and roll? longer stride? underwear gnomes? pain couldn’t stand the stench? i’m not sure, but i ran 2 miles and it didn’t hurt. like, really didn’t hurt.
maybe it just took a day for the J.H. McLean’s Volcanic Oil Pain Relieving Linament to kick in? possibly. maybe a fluke? could be. either way is ok by me. 2 miles of pinching myself. only 2 miles because it’s harder than you would think to run while pinching yourself.
i guess we’ll see. but maybe the key to running is that i need to be running. this stuff is simpler than you would think.
thanks, ernie pook.
2 miles, 23:49 (11:53)
2 p.m., jackalope, 88 7n