Kickin' it...

OK, not really...though I thought for one quick second I found the answer to my lack of speed, enthusiasm, motivation and drive; the cure for what has ailed me. MUSIC.

It has been at least a few months since I've trained with music; a silly strategy that made me think I would somehow be better prepared for Ironman. On yesterday's 12-mile slog, I ran into my wife (go figure) a few miles in...she kindly gave me her Ipod. Seconds later I was like...YEAH! WOO-HOO! FO' SHIZ! SWEET! I was really moving...like a minute a mile faster. Hadn't really given much thought to the fact that it was like 25 degrees cooler and I was running downhill. DER!

To make an even 12, I diverted up a steep trail for about a 1/2 mile, kickin' it with Xavier Rudd. The down shredded my legs. By mile 9, my old chum, fatigue, was back as I ran beside an ennormous rainbow; a light drizzle giving life to everything but my legs. 12 miles done, 9:59's.

While music proved not to be the variable that I thought it might, it was a welcome distraction..one that I plan not to run without if I can help it.