Have you completed yours?

I finally got around to sending in my app this morning (just in time for the May 15 deadline).

If I get a number, it will be my 6th Falmouth Road Race.  I am determined to break 56:00 this time.

I was able to come home a day early from Boston. There was a mixup with my hotel and I didn’t have a room for Wednesday night.

My client told me that they’d be fine today w/out my help (I’m trying not to take it personally), so I left Boston at 5:30 yesterday and slept in my own bed last night.   It feels like I’ve been given a free pass for today.

My plan is to be as productive as I can for the morning hours, and then sneak in a run this afternoon after 2pm.  That’s the time when registration will close and I can be guaranteed that my client won’t need me at that point.

A luxury that I haven’t been able to afford.  My days have started around 4am and I haven’t finished until 8pm.

By the time I make it back to the hotel, all I want to do is sleep.  I close my eyes for a few minutes and my alarm is reminding me that it’s time to start all over again.

If luck runs in my favor, I’ll definitely be able to run Friday morning and through the weekend.  If I’m really lucky I’ll be able to run on Thursday morning or maybe even tonight if I get out of here on-time.

Not much running will happen this week. My days will be spent working at the Seaport Convention Center.

Tradeshows might be fun to attend, but they’re tough to work.  The days start before 6am and they don’t end until after 9pm. Add to that the stress of keeping up with other projects and that leaves little time for exercise.

I’m hoping to get in @ least 30-45 minutes of some form of exercise each day that I’m here, but it’s only Monday and I’m already exhausted

I don’t know how Keith does it.

He took a month off from running to nurse a strained calf. I thought for sure he’d be slow and winded this morning. I thought he’d need to walk, stop @ the top of each hill, and want to only go a couple of miles.

I was wrong on all counts.

He was fast.  He was smooth.  He needed to be reined in during the last half mile so that he didn’t go too fast and re-injure himself.

Now I hear that he’s going to be coaching one of the girls track teams @ the High School.  I’m not sure which girls he’ll be coaching, or what events, but I feel very, very sorry for them.  They’re in for one hell of a tough spring.

15lbs gained since the Cape Cod Marathon this past October has me feeling like a slug.

Add to that the fact that I work from home and can spend nearly every day in pajamas or shorts has taken away any sense or urgency I felt about losing weight.

Now it’s time to get serious.  I made the kids finish the ice cream.  There’s no more Easter candy in the house.  I’ve run the past three days and plan to do another 6 tomorrow in Barnstable.  I will lose this weight if it kills me …

Of course, Caitlin just brought me a king size 3 Musketeers bar from the store … OK, new plan … I’ll run off the winter weight as soon as this candy bar is gone.

For the 2nd day in a row, I rain in the rain by myself.

Tomorrow will be different. Sure, it will still be raining, but at least I’ll have some company. Rick and Kevin have PROMISED that they’ll run Sunday morning with me.

I gave them a pass for yesterday (it really was nasty, I was soaked before making it to the corner), but they better show up tomorrow.

It’s miserable outside.

41 degrees and raining.

I can hear the wind rattling my screens, but I’m still sitting here waiting to run. Every 10 seconds I glance outside to see if Keith and Rick have pulled up yet.

Chances are good that they won’t be here. We have a rule about intermittent wipers – if you need them to drive, we’re not going to run.

But still I wait – I’m dressed in layers. My gloves are on the desk next to me. My shoes are double-knotted.

Screw it. They’re not going to show.

I’m going running. At least I’ll have the satisfaction of calling them little girls.

UPDATE:  They never did show up.  I ran 4 miles.  I was soaked within the first 100 yards.  But it was worth it to have the satisfaction of calling the little girls when I saw them both on Tuesday morning.

I’ll have more to write later on about this morning’s race, but in case anyone was interested, I finished in 58:50 and was very happy to be able to cross the finish line on my own two feet.

Holy crap! Where has the summer gone?

The Falmouth Road Race is a short 5 days from today.

Good lord! This race used to inspire night sweats and weeks of dread.

By this point in past years I’d be monitoring everything in my diet.  I’d be planning out my rest days.  The countdown to a hydration plan would have begun.

As for this year – if it wasn’t for an email reminder about when and where to pick up my number (downtown Falmouth @ the Gus Canty Rec Center starting on Wednesday) I would have forgotten about it.

Well, forgotten is probably too strong a word. The local media would have definitely reminded me.

This is the only race that gets any local attention. It’s the Super Bowl of Cape Cod sporting events. I think it eclipses coverage of the CC Baseball League.  During the summer there are races nearly every weekend, but those garner no more than an occasional results block on the inside page of the CC Times sports section.  When Falmouth week hits, we’re bombarded with features, historical perspectives and overcoming adversity stories.  The race is covered live by a local radio station.

As for the race itself … it’s 10,000 people squeezed into a tiny side street in Woods Hole.  If you can run the first mile in under 9:00 you’re doing OK.  If you can run better than marathon pace over the 7-mile course, you’re doing great.  It’s not really fun.  Usually by the 3rd mile I’m melting in the heat and wishing I had stayed home for a more relaxing training run.

So why do I keep doing it?  Most of the cool kids I know (yeah, I’m talking about you Keith and Rick) have opted for the Saturday Brew Run instead of the Sunday Falmouth race.

I think I keep doing it because it’s the one race that everyone knows about.  Within the next few days (as soon as the media onslaught starts) I’ll be asked by everyone, “Are you running Falmouth this weekend?  How far is it anyway? ”   It’s like running a marathon – you can run 10 marathons, but your (non-running) friends won’t be impressed unless you’ve run Boston.  That’s how Falmouth is treated around here.

So I’ll run it this Sunday, and I’ll apply again next year, and I’ll keep running it until the kids are older and they want to run with me.  Then we can all settle in and run it together. Then they can answer all their friends’ questions about how far Falmouth is.