the ungrateful dead

I’m dead, but I don’t know it. (he’s dead! he’s dead!)
— the prophet randy newman

Trotted and walked a steady pace through 4.25 miles on the whale loop. Finished up, felt fine. Looked at hr report afterward, only to find this.

hr

What does it mean? I can think of only two things.

1. I died at about the 47-minute point and flatlined at the finish line.

2. um, no, that’s the only one I can think of.

The irony: After taking a couple of days off for family trip, the knee felt better today. Trotted on the dirt stretch with no pain. Except of course for that whole death thing. Worst part is I’ve been pulling for the Rangers in their series all weekend, which means I’m rooting against the Angels. Oops.

Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted …

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3 Responses to the ungrateful dead

  1. jenster says:

    I’d like to run a trail race with that elevation…

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