Ready to run
I should be a mass of aching muscle, unable to move.
And, were I an older man, I surely would... ... but I'm a man of thirty -- of twenty again.
The rain on my chest is a baptism -- I'm born again...
I smell their fear -- and it is sweet.
-Frank Miller, The Dark Knight Returns
So I went running yesterday, for the first time in a month, and needless to say I'm fairly sore today. I was pretty happy about it though -- thankful that Patty is a good enabler about getting me to run -- the weather here in Atlanta was about 92 degrees, it was bright hot and humid as just about anywhere, except maybe Tunica. I think I had a pretty good pace, felt comfortable. You could feel the heat rise from the asphalt.
I think my endurance has been good because, even though I haven't been running, I have been on the bike to and from work. Hurricane season in the South has brought quite a bit of rain as far north as here in Atlanta and I've found myself leaving behind the skinny tires of the hybrid Trek that I bought with poker money (last year, when Lance Armstrong won his 6th Tour de France) for my fat, Kevlar-sided tires on my Cannondale mountain bike. It's easy to get into Atlanta's rolling hills when the Tour is on. Just a few more turns out of the saddle up the Col de Cat and I'll be on my way...
Poker plans have been solidified. I can't wait to be in an Indiana card room (hopefully as early as Thursday evening) and two weeks after that I'll be back in Tunica. I just hope it's as good as it was before. I'm planning with Drew a return to Las Vegas in September and I'm going to see my folks and grandmother in Las Vegas again around Halloween.
But this time around, with the new start of running, I hope I'll take more time to be more active. I'm sure it will pay off at the tables, with better endurance, and be positive EV for my long-term health.