So Much to Say... So Very Little Time to Say It...

After a gorgeous one week vacation, this past week nearly broke me.

After a monstrous half-marathon last Sunday (race report still forthcoming), this was my week:

1) 3 company dinners. All wonderful, but all quite late.
2) 4 lunch-time runs
3) 2 late nights of swimming (one meet for the kids, one party) on the two nights I wasn't out for work
4) 2 early mornings of running with the wife (who's training for a 5k)
5) 1 eye doctor appt. that went over two hours (However - that's always a scary appt. for diabetics, and yet, I now have avoided eye complications for 24 years running!)
6) 1 blood test for next week's doc. appt.

Like I said - this isn't a complaint. These were all necessary things (though I realize the term necessary isn't applied exactly right here), and they were all good things. But let me tell you: I'm wasted. Completely and totally fried.

I have a 13 miler tomorrow morning, which will give me nearly 50 miles in the past 7 days (including the runs w/ the wife I don't put in my log). After that, I'm aiming to crash hard on Sunday.

But I do have a race report forthcoming (including pics!) - a shout out to yet another OUTSTANDING diabetic runner - and continued reporting on the flotsam and jetsom of my life. But first, I need some sleep before the 13 miler.

One other note: I took this afternoon off and saw Hancock. Can I tell you how much I loved that very weird movie?

Comments

  1. Eric Gervase1:01 PM

    I hear you on this one. Glad that week is in the books.

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  2. Anonymous9:14 AM

    Marcus,

    I stumbled upon your blog and love it so much I put up a link at mine.

    I can't tell you how much I admire you, manging to run ultras with diabetes. Those of us without this disease have a hard enough time doing it!

    For many years I worked as an American Diabetes Association volunteer; last year I did a Badwater Solo and my fundraising organization was the ADA.

    You are to be commended.

    Happy trails,

    Connie Karras

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  3. Unknown6:47 PM

    Connie,

    Thanks so much for stopping by and for adding me to your blogroll! I've checked out your blog and have done the same...

    For clarification purposes, I'm only a diabetic marathoner -- not a diabetic ultra runner YET. Once I get the boston monkey off my back, though, I plan to migrate to all trails and ultras... but that's not until after a sub 3:15 in Harrisburg this fall. :)

    Tks so much for your help with the ADA... very very cool of you to give of yourself that way.

    M

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