I am officially in the zone. Like, I’ve wanted to get to this point forever. Sheesh, I suppose that’s a strong indication of a non-natural. Oh well.

Crow Pass

The Saturday before last I banged out an awesome 24-miler at The Crow Pass Crossing. I finished second in about 30 seconds behind Eric Strabel in what was one of the most competitive and exciting races I’ve had since the ‘98 state 4×800m relay, where a man by the same name made up all but .003s on our anchor leg in an 8m7s race. For those of you with a little spare time, the following is a verbose recount.

Sitting here at this moment with a slight discomfort in my left side, I’m really glad I’m right-handed. Funny enough, it’s the fact that we *have* a strong side that our weak side tends to pick up the pieces left behind by accidents and sloppiness. Every injury I’ve had in my life due to weakness of some body part other than skin has occurred on my left side. That includes tendonitis of the foot from over training, broken middle toe from a heavy machinery accident, meniscus tearing due to a genetically loose ACL, dislocated shoulder from instinctually choosing to ram the left shoulder instead of the right into the groomer run at 50mph. Poor left side, Daddy’s here, everything’s going to be aaaaalllll riiight. Oh wait, more on that later…