the magnificent Mr. Carlos

I am a runner. I run in rain or shine, light or darkness. I run until I cry, collapse, or until I feel like I cannot go on. And then, I run another mile. Because I am a runner. I am unstoppable, unbeatable, untouchable.
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Another tough, hot and humid Key West 9 miles. Part of what made this a harder run than yesterday was carrying my water. I’m definitely not used to running a 7 min/mi pace carrying 7ish pounds on my back. Also the humidity continues to make breathing and running hard. It’s not like I’m breathing through a straw but it’s close. 

I went north today like I planned yesterday hoping to see some interesting scenery and wildlife. I was sadly disappointed. The south route was definitely more scenic. This was the nicest view I saw on my run.

Marshy!

As for wildlife, I heard a lot of rustling in the bushes but never saw anything wild. I did however see some of these…

Here Comes the Rooster!

These guys are all over the island. Apparently it’s part of the “charm” that is Key West. This particular guy came right up to me as I was taking his picture. Apparently he has no fear of humans. I think I know what I’m having for dinner tomorrow! 

Ready for my second Key West run. Bringing the hydration pack so I don’t die from dehydration.

Good morning from #keywest. #sunrise

I am not used to this humidity! As soon as I started running today I could feel the strain on my lungs as they tried to take in the heavy air. It was cloudy when I left so the heat wasn’t a factor for a majority of the run. I was so happy that I only had to contend with the humidity at the start. That and the unfamiliarity of running in a new place. 
I was scheduled to run 9 miles today so I decided on an out and back along the Florida Keys Overseas Heritage Trail which runs alongside Highway 1.

I’m staying on Boca Chica Island and I thought a run to Key West Island and back would be a good way to see the scenery. (Side note, I didn’t have a camera with me this time but I will be taking it with me on later runs) I was right. The water was extremely blue/aqua and I even saw a giant wild iguana. I’m not gonna lie, it kind of scared me because it was so unexpected. I never see stuff like that back home. 

I struggled in a few spots during this run. Mile 3 had me in stomach pain, luckily I found a gas station with a restroom. From 6 to 7 the sun came out and I was really starting to feel the effects of the heat and humidity. I was drenched in sweat and probably should have been running with water but didn’t because I was convinced I could handle it. I pushed through and finished strong but I definitely had to talk myself into running the last mile. I wanted to stop and walk but I didn’t and I’m happy I didn’t. I don’t always win those mental battles but when I do, I definitely feel a great sense of accomplishment. 
I think for tomorrow’s run I’m going to head north and check out some of the other views that the Lower Keys have to offer. 

runfinity:


Everyone likes to think they have their own little corner; it can be anything: needlepoint, lawn bowling, whatever. Some guy may gratify himself by thinking hes the best goddamn fruit and vegetable manager the A & P ever had. Which is fine. It gives people a sense of worth in a crowded world where everyone feels like part of the scenery. But then mostly they are spared any harrowing glimpses into their own mediocrity… The thing is that in track we are painfully and constantly aware of how we stack up, not just with out contemporaries but with our historical counterparts as well. In that regard it’s differenct even from other sports. A basketball player can go out and have a great day and tell himself he’s the greatest rebounding forward to ever hit the hardwood, but he’ll never really be troubled by the actual truth, will he? Maybe he’s just in a weak league. Maybe Jumping Joe Faulks would have eaten him alive thirty years ago. But he’ll never know. He’ll just have to leave such judgments in the sorry hands of the sportswriters, many of whom it has been pointed out can be bought with a steak.
In track it’s all there in black and white. Lot of people can’t take that kind of pressure; the ego withers in the face of the evidence. We all carry our little credentials around with us; that’s why the numbers are so important to us, why we’re always talking about them….
We can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with… take up what a friend of ours calls the hearty challenges of lawn care…Or we can blaze! Become legends in our time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out!
- Quenton Cassidy

definitely the best book ever written

Half way through this book right now. Loving it! Def recommend.

runfinity:

Everyone likes to think they have their own little corner; it can be anything: needlepoint, lawn bowling, whatever. Some guy may gratify himself by thinking hes the best goddamn fruit and vegetable manager the A & P ever had. Which is fine. It gives people a sense of worth in a crowded world where everyone feels like part of the scenery. But then mostly they are spared any harrowing glimpses into their own mediocrity… The thing is that in track we are painfully and constantly aware of how we stack up, not just with out contemporaries but with our historical counterparts as well. In that regard it’s differenct even from other sports. A basketball player can go out and have a great day and tell himself he’s the greatest rebounding forward to ever hit the hardwood, but he’ll never really be troubled by the actual truth, will he? Maybe he’s just in a weak league. Maybe Jumping Joe Faulks would have eaten him alive thirty years ago. But he’ll never know. He’ll just have to leave such judgments in the sorry hands of the sportswriters, many of whom it has been pointed out can be bought with a steak.

In track it’s all there in black and white. Lot of people can’t take that kind of pressure; the ego withers in the face of the evidence. We all carry our little credentials around with us; that’s why the numbers are so important to us, why we’re always talking about them….

We can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with… take up what a friend of ours calls the hearty challenges of lawn care…Or we can blaze! Become legends in our time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out!

- Quenton Cassidy

definitely the best book ever written

Half way through this book right now. Loving it! Def recommend.

(via fitness-addicts)

Just finished my first Key West run. 75 degrees with 74% humidity!! I feel like I just got out of pool because I’m SOAKED!! I’ll go into this run in more detail later but for now I need to replenish all the water I’ve lost.

sixsecondshigh:

A great photo of Meb from the Boston Globe.

(via tyrer)

It took all day but I boarded a jet plane and landed in #keywest #florida. The #sunset was amazing. Can’t wait to see it during the day.

MEB WON THE BOSTON MARATHON!!!

seechrisrun is half way done and on pace to go sub 3 hours. Keep going Chris!!

Tonight’s run was very easy. Coach wanted me to take it slow so that I’m not too sore when I travel this week.

My goal was to stay between 7:30-8:00 min/mi which I managed for the most part. Now it’s time to get some rest. I plan on getting up early to watch the marathon before I leave for work.