Meep Meep!

In a bittersweet mood to know that the Commonwealth Games are days away from starting and I am not there and Jamaica does not even have a representative for the women’s 800m.  I’m trying to take it all in stride, allowing this to fuel the focus I need to gear up for this year rather than it be the fuel for a fire with no purpose.  I am giving many things, people, places and activities a rest this year and plan to work off of nothing but a passion.

With that being said, background work for the upcoming year has been underway.  For me, this has entailed a lot of road and beach running thus far.  With all the mileage that I have been putting in running on the sands makes the task easy.  I’m convinced I belong near a coast everywhere I go.  As for the road running…….that too brings with it its own intrigue.  After a few days sinking in the sand, pounding the pavement feels like a feat well mastered.  Unfortunately, running in Florida also means not being surprised or moved by having toads leaping on my legs during my runs, and wasps stinging me on my stomach because their (or my) reaction time was too slow.  But being put into perspective it can all be regarded as worth it.  Why…because the road is also where man meets machine (machines of a neighbourhood that is oblivious to the fact that there have been talks of a recession for the last couple of yearsJ).

My most recent 45 minute quick paced runs are placed on the same playing field as every V6, V8, V12, V-Tec, GT, twin,  hemi, hybrid, hemi- hybrid, A4, R8, M3, 325i, 535i, z3, z4, x5, SLK, SLR, S550, C250, CTS, XJ, Integra, rsx, tL, g35, m56, muscle, classic, classic muscle, antique, import, LP640 (yes!!! LP640’s), continental GTC, enzo, H1, H2, H3, carrera, Aston M, F4 1000, Ninja 250, CBR, R15, GS150R. 

All this ammo against my two feet.

What did you expect? I’m a runner with a constant need for speed.   ;)

PS- Dear Bugatti Veyron, I’m still waiting.

 

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