![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Reporting in
Jan. 14th, 2007 11:17 amRob ran the marathon in 3 hours and 3 minutes - not as fast as he would've liked but not bad considering the weather. More later.
this is just to say
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:22 pmI hate not having internet access.... And there's that whole GuildWars question, too.
from the downtown Hilton
Jan. 13th, 2007 06:14 pmHad a huge dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse. Could go straight to bed now - but won't.
Marathon update
Jan. 15th, 2006 09:10 pmHere's the text messages I got today with Rob's chip times:
6.2 miles: 00:43:27 (6:59 pace) (predicted 3:03:05)
13.1 miles: 01:29:57 (6:51 pace) (predicted 2:59:35)
18.6 miles: 02:06:42 (6:47 pace) (predicted 2:57:50)
finish: 2:59:04 (6:49 pace)
Personally, as a spouse of a longtime runner, I think the text messages are a great invention. About the time I start wondering how things are going and if he got hit by a car or anything (okay, that's highly unlikely during the marathon, really, since they close all the streets off - I really worry more about him getting hurt in some much more mundane way), I get another text message.
Anyway, the predicted times getting lower and lower is normal - he always runs what they call "negative splits" in the marathon, which just means he runs the 2nd half faster than the first half. So all looks normal there up until the finish time. I saw him right around mile 18, though, and I knew something was wrong - he wasn't running smoothly like he usually does. He's been complaining about his hamstring a little bit, and sure enough, that was it. He said he almost quit but he kept going because he knew he could still break three hours. Crazy thing. (I'm being flip but this really does worry me a fair bit - I worry that he's going to try to run through some really serious injury one of these days, and make it worse.)
(Hey, I just found out that if you go to abc13.com tomorrow and put in Rob's bib number - 1179 - you are supposed to be able to see him cross the finish line! Ain't technology grand.)
6.2 miles: 00:43:27 (6:59 pace) (predicted 3:03:05)
13.1 miles: 01:29:57 (6:51 pace) (predicted 2:59:35)
18.6 miles: 02:06:42 (6:47 pace) (predicted 2:57:50)
finish: 2:59:04 (6:49 pace)
Personally, as a spouse of a longtime runner, I think the text messages are a great invention. About the time I start wondering how things are going and if he got hit by a car or anything (okay, that's highly unlikely during the marathon, really, since they close all the streets off - I really worry more about him getting hurt in some much more mundane way), I get another text message.
Anyway, the predicted times getting lower and lower is normal - he always runs what they call "negative splits" in the marathon, which just means he runs the 2nd half faster than the first half. So all looks normal there up until the finish time. I saw him right around mile 18, though, and I knew something was wrong - he wasn't running smoothly like he usually does. He's been complaining about his hamstring a little bit, and sure enough, that was it. He said he almost quit but he kept going because he knew he could still break three hours. Crazy thing. (I'm being flip but this really does worry me a fair bit - I worry that he's going to try to run through some really serious injury one of these days, and make it worse.)
(Hey, I just found out that if you go to abc13.com tomorrow and put in Rob's bib number - 1179 - you are supposed to be able to see him cross the finish line! Ain't technology grand.)
Meanwhile...
Nov. 20th, 2004 10:48 pm(It's probably bad luck or something to use that icon, but I can't resist.) (Note written much later: I have no idea what icon I was talking about, it's long-gone, apparently. Possibly something about a plane?)
I am still mostly avoiding packing, but somewhere in there I have managed to at least get my clothes packed. And some books and stuff. I still need to make sure I have things like pills and toothpaste and all that.
Rob got up at some ungodly hour this morning and ran 15 miles in the rain. He came home with chafing in, well, some body parts that it would be way TMI to mention. Crazy thing. AND while he was gone Art called. Mom had another seizure last night and is back in the hospital. She's really ok, it turns out - apparently her Dilantin, the anti-seizure medicine, got too low and thus the seizure. Much as I would like to use this as an excuse to stay home, I don't think it's gonna fly. Ohio, here I come.
Not only has my mother been a trooper through this whole mess, y'all, but her significant other deserves some kind of prize. He is 82 years old (luckily a pretty hale 82) and has taken her to the ER twice now, taken amazing care of her, chauffeured her around, and generally been a model unhusband. My sister and I complain about him - her more than me, really, because I'm around him more and I'm used to him - but we would be in deep shit without him. (The reason for the complaints: major case of obsessive-compulsive neatness. My sister and I are both slobs to one degree or another and we make him nuts.)
I am still mostly avoiding packing, but somewhere in there I have managed to at least get my clothes packed. And some books and stuff. I still need to make sure I have things like pills and toothpaste and all that.
Rob got up at some ungodly hour this morning and ran 15 miles in the rain. He came home with chafing in, well, some body parts that it would be way TMI to mention. Crazy thing. AND while he was gone Art called. Mom had another seizure last night and is back in the hospital. She's really ok, it turns out - apparently her Dilantin, the anti-seizure medicine, got too low and thus the seizure. Much as I would like to use this as an excuse to stay home, I don't think it's gonna fly. Ohio, here I come.
Not only has my mother been a trooper through this whole mess, y'all, but her significant other deserves some kind of prize. He is 82 years old (luckily a pretty hale 82) and has taken her to the ER twice now, taken amazing care of her, chauffeured her around, and generally been a model unhusband. My sister and I complain about him - her more than me, really, because I'm around him more and I'm used to him - but we would be in deep shit without him. (The reason for the complaints: major case of obsessive-compulsive neatness. My sister and I are both slobs to one degree or another and we make him nuts.)
