Damned Nice Weather…

Your talking dog made the most of it, engaging in his preferred sport, that which suits his patient (read “stubborn”) character and personality, but alas, not his body-type, which is forever insisting on weighing at least 15 or 20 pounds above what those awful charts insist he should weigh…
A spate of unseasonably warm weather coinciding with scheduled marathon runs entered its third straight, with an unseasonably high in the mid 70’s at the ninth running of the New Jersey Marathon down the shore (pronounced shawww), the 8th such “26” for me. Hence, a delightful and breezy first half led to a “blazing” 2:12 for the first half of the race, but, close and windless conditions and higher temperatures (and the aforementioned blazing early pace) led to an overall 5:12 for the event…
Pretty good by the standards of a 42-year old sedentary office worker… still nearly two hours to shave off for Boston qualifying… especially disappointing after the nice start… once again, my personality insists that I go for it, even though my body knows better…
And you can count on that patience (stubbornness) on an ongoing basis here…