Oh Shultz!

A good week of training. Started out on Tuesday running down woody mtn road again during lunch. I ran from work down to the county fairgrounds which ended up being six miles total. Then on Wednesday I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill for 3 miles with a 4% uphill grade. Can't say that was much "fun" but it was a good workout. Today was the big run up shultz pass road. I woke up early and had the road all to myself. The road snakes up about 1ooo' over 4.5 miles. Then I hit another road and gained another 400 feet or so till I hit six miles then turned around and headed back down the hill.

Robie Creek isn't going to allow ipods so I've been running sans ipod to get used to it before the big race. On Tuesday and today I left the ipod at home. I think it would be crazy to run on a treadmill without headphones so I kept them on for Wednesday's run. Anyway, the point is I've been coming up with new ways besides music to keep my head occupied while I run. Today I started doing poetry in my head. Yeah, poetry. Let me share what I came up with. After the incident I describe in the poem, I just kept coming up with these stupid rhymes. WARNING: If you are offended by references to poop or doo-doo, please stop reading.


For those of you that don't already know me
I am training for a race that they call Robie.
It's 13.1 miles of hill climbing hell
so I must train for it very very well.
On todays training run I got hit with the boo
if I need to translate, I had to poo.
It hit me around the 2 mile mark
and wouldn't go away with a few loud farts.
So I looked around for a decent spot
to pull down my pants and take a squat.
I was releived when I found T.P. in my pocket
as the shit flew like a spacebound rocket.
If this had been any day in July
I would have gotten strange looks from people passing by.
But this was April and early in the morning
when the boo hit without any warning.
After the release I sauntered back to the trail
And continued to train very very well.
I'm sorry if you find this poem gross or crude
I'm not trying to come accross as crass or rude.
I just wanted to share what was running through my head
as I ran on Shultz road, my heart full of dread.

Word to your mother,

I'm out!