Closing the Gap

It's always fun when fartleks are involved. I just like saying that. Fartlek.

I know, who thought up that word anyway? I'm sure it was a boy. Here's another one: Burpee. That was a boy too. I have boys, so I know these things.

the best workout in the world consists of fartleks, burpees and gassers. nice running today.

Fartlek is a Swedish word, means "speed play"

I know those origins, but it's still fun to make fun of it. :-)

New Del Sol maps were posted today Paul. Thanks.

Dang! I was sooo looking forward to hearing how you kicked bad-boy butt! Guess they weren't going to video that anyways, right? It's only fun to video when you beat the girls rather than getting seriously chick'd up a hill. ;-)

Well, Wes, for the sake of your satisfaction, then, I'll tell you about when I "seriously chick'd" a workout buddy up that very hill. He was a very strong athlete and an amazing sprinter. We got to Weir Rd, and I began my slow jog. He dashed off with his powerful sprint. I think we'd gotten less that 1/4 mile up when he suddenly stopped and turned around. By that point, I was already right behind him with my slow, steady run. He just looked at me as if to say, "This is really a joke--right? There's no way to get up that hill." I smiled and said, "Don't stop, we still have a long way to go."

He walked the rest of the way up. I ran up, back to where he was still walking and shaking his head, and then I kinda pushed him the rest of the way.

It was pretty funny, but just one of those times when pacing is key!

I've run up that hill with various friends many times, and I've always been first except ONCE. That time I'd eaten out at a wonderful restaurant the night before--I'd eaten WAY too much,and I woke up that morning feeling SO sick! But I went to Weir RD anyway, since I'd organized the group. One of the guys beat me that time, but at least I still beat the rest.

I mean, it's not that I'm competitive, you understand. ;-)

You should have pushed him down the hill and watched him roll right after calling him a wuss.

Yeah, Burt. ;-)

Inwardly, I was thinking "woo-hoo!" but outwardly, I said, "Well, you're a sprinter, you can beat me at track any day."

I'm too much of a wuss to ever feel like I made someone feel bad!!

Your sprinter friend probably got wind of the challenge, called Tri-D and told Da Boyz the story. We all know who would have won, so it really doesn't matter. ;-)

Speaking of pushing people down, I used to call my boss "Slinky" (behind his back, of course) because I hated him. You've heard the quote "Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything, but you still can't help but laugh when you see them tumble down the stairs." I think I still have a picture of a Slinky on my wall at work. Boss is long gone though...