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What an incredibly busy last couple of months. I took a new job in California, leaving Oregon where I had lived for nearly a decade. Needless to say, I’m happy where I ended up.
With all the time spent traveling to interviews and packing and moving, I took a little time off of running. Worked out in terms of my nagging injuries — I actually took a DNS for the first time ever back on the Fourth of July. I was set to run the Ashland Fourth of July 10K. With bursitis and plantar fasciitis nagging my legs, I took two weeks off to recover. So with not having the chance to adequately train, I chose not to toe the line.
After coming back from that two-week break, I started back up. This time, I switched my running routine up completely. I was a night runner, and at this point I became a morning runner. I kept that up until the point we had packed up all our things — running gear included — and were waiting to leave for California.
Another two-week break (spent unpacking and getting acclimatized), and I’m now running again. It’s taking some getting used to — it’s much hotter, drier, and above all, hillier where I live now. That, and I took nearly six weeks off from running. The summer was my slow season last year, and this year, it was even slower!
This morning’s run looked like this:
Nothing too extreme. That’s 365 feet of climb, and 365 feet of descent. Considering I ran almost exclusively on relatively flat ground though, getting used to it isn’t easy! Sadly, my mile splits are all back in double-digit territory. Not at all happy about that. But as the saying goes — hill running is speed work in disguise. Hoping that once I hit flat ground again, my mile splits will get back down in to single-digit territory.
Then again, I’m also doing this next month: the Palm Springs Tram Road Challenge 6K.
A 6K — can’t be that bad, right? Well, it’s a 6K that runs entirely uphill and gains almost 2,000ft of elevation. Sure! No problem! Maybe after THAT one I’ll retreat to flatter ground.
Dear people who decided they were experts on Detroit yesterday,
Knock it off.
Mostly, it seems like you’re trying to be funny or to score political points; in both cases, you’re failing. And, even if you were succeeding, you’d be doing it at the expense of actual flesh-and-blood people whose particular challenges you either don’t understand or don’t care about.
So, again, knock it off.
A guy who was born in Detroit.
Considering Detroit represents such a revered part of American culture historically, I don’t know why so many seem to take such glee in seeing the city suffer.
I mean, I know why. But still.
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i know people are always saying that english is one of the hardest languages to learn but i call bullshit on that because as someone who is learning other languages i’ve found that english is pretty much the only one where you can get the spelling, grammar, word placement and even tense completely wrong and people will usually still understand what you’re trying to say
Judging by your writing, probably safe to assume English is your first language. No surprise you’d find your first language easiest to learn.
And if by chance it wasn’t, you’re still looking at it from a privileged “my perspective must be the only valid perspective” point of view. Plenty of people find English difficult to grasp — non-native and native speakers alike.
Golden Gate Bridge,San Francisco
(Photo: Tami Abdollah / AP)
The man accused of gunning down four people and injuring five others on Friday during a shooting rampage in Santa Monica, Calif., had as much as 1,300 rounds of ammunition on him and planned the attack that only ended when he was shot and killed by responders, the city’s police chief said Saturday.
How many more times does this need to happen before we acknowledge the obvious?
That’ll do Puig, that’ll do. Day of Puig’s Invasion. ManBearPuig.
A Grand GIF!
You love a teacher when they’re hiding your children from a crazed gunman in Newtown and getting shot while protecting them. You adore educators when they’re using their body to shield your kids from a falling wall in the middle of a tornado in Oklahoma.
But let that teacher have the nerve to ask for job security or reasonable pay or a manageable workload and all of a sudden we’re lazy union thugs.
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