Runnin' (Dyin' to Live)

Day 12: INcomplete

Morning session: 4.76 miles
Evening session: 4.42 miles
Total distance: 9.18 miles

I actually didn't run this morning. I slept through the alarm, then went to church. I use the term "morning" in this blog loosely. The first figure was before basketball, the second figure was afterward. But both "sessions" were in the evening.

But my pace has fallen off now. I'm only averaging 11.91 miles per day, which still puts me on pace for just under 370 miles, but I don't like the downward turn I'm taking the last 3 days or so.

...Sad news when I got home tonight. The mother of one of my little brother's best friends passed away today. I never met her, and don't even know her name, but Nate is a good guy (who's usually over here a few times a week), and I feel for the kid, for sure. Anyways, rest in peace. :(

Hopefully, I'll soon have a blog without having to mention a death. It's not something I enjoy--just sharing thoughts.

But speaking of which--starting to look as though Arturo Gatti's wife strangled him to death with her purse strap. My friend Trent and I decided tonight that that's gotta be very near the bottom of the list of "6 Million Ways to Die."

Moving on...
Working my way into the basketball movies now. Flick number 1: Rebound


A beyond silly flick. Martin Lawrence coaches a team of Middle School misfits. A Christmas gift from my mom a handful of years ago. Worth a few laughs, though.

...Spent my evening (after basketball) hangin' with my cousin, Bre. Went to Sonic (I just had a drink, so I didn't technically break my "no fast food" rule), talked some, shot a few hoops. Had a couple deep conversations, learned a little too much (the nature of talking life with a 16-year old girl, I suppose), that sort of thing. Fun stuff.

But it gave me a chance to blab about a particular topic that most my friends are biased on by now, so that's always nice.

- I'm really gonna try to get up (early-ish, even) in the morning and run, so on that note...

D, out.

Run? OK. Chase? Uh oh.

Day 11: Complete (sort of)

Morning session: 4.15 miles
Evening session: 9.33 miles
Total distance: 13.48 miles

My early run was rough, to say the least. Slept in, took awhile getting around, didn't get out 'til around 11:30, and it was blistering hot out. I struggled to get in what I did.

Knew all day that I had a lot to make up for with yesterday's short day, and this morning's rough start. Turned in my month-high run, thus far, and probably could have run another mile or 2, if not for the sun about to go down, and my shirt being soaked with sweat and weighing me down. :)

Toughest part of this evening was in the third mile: Big ol' dog spotted me, and decided he wanted to run, too. Except subtract the word "run," and insert "chase." So naturally, it spurned me on about a 600-yard dead sprint. That took a little out of me. :)

Shout-out to my good friend, Katie Hill. She was at the Cubs game (a "W", by the way) today, and sent me a few pics:

Somewhere in here is Bulls' center Brad Miller (who I love) after throwing out the first pitch.

Darn it. Stupid net. The other pics aren't uploading at the moment, sorry. Anyways, thanks a bunch, Katie (if you see ever see this). You rock!! :)

Back to running: Tomorrow is another day of uncertainty. I think I may forgo my morning run, and go to church. I suppose I could do both. Reckon I'll set the alarm, and see how that goes.

Although I will more than likely run to the gym to play ball in the evening, and if I take the (super) long route, I could make up some mileage there. Good call, Derrick.

Other thoughts:

UFC is beyond stupid. It's killing boxing--a brilliant sport that I love--and I hate it. It's nothing but a glorified street brawl, and it's garbage. There, I said it.

R.I.P. to boxer, Arturo Gatti. Too many people dying far too young lately. Sad stuff.

D, out.