Saturday, September 25, 2004


My wife and I ran another 10K race this morning. Man, I am just a picture of health. Bernarr McFadden has nothing on me.

I finished the race with a time of 49:45. According to my incredibly unreliable math skills, that means I ran the race at a pace of about 8:02 a mile. While that sort of time would certainly put me in behind speedy Moroccan Hicham El Guerrouj, I certainly improved my time over previous races. In June I had a pace time of 8:22; in August I had a pace time of 8:34.

I wasn't paying attention to Rachel's time, but it, too, was faster than in August's 10K. And she ran on a really bad knee.

I have no idea why I'm blogging all of this. I can't imagine there would be anyone on this planet who is sitting there thinking: "I wonder how fast Chris and his wife can run?" Well, perhaps people who want to chase me and steal my shoes are thinking that.

Or, maybe you live 6.2 miles away from me and wonder at what time I'll have to leave my apartment if I'm coming over to watch football. I can be over in less than 50 minutes, but I'll be rather sweaty.


Charlotte said...

My husband is making us do a 10K on Thanksgiving. He has started us on this psychotic training schedule. And he threw away my box of twinkies. I thought I was going to cry. :(

Chris Cope said...

Twinkies certainly are not part of my training regimen. I prefer several pieces of one of those Betty Crocker cakes and beer.

Cheekysquirrel said...

If Wiley Coyote reads this log he'll now be able to calculate roughly where'd you'd be at a given point and crush you with a boulder.
You should be more careful with such info.
Loose lips sink ships!

Chris Cope said...

Perhaps that would explain all the near-miss bolder encounters I've been having lately.