There have only been 5 hirsute Qs at DT this year (and, frankly, two of them may not make that list next year) so I was as surprised as I was suspicious when I received a text from the lead Hirsutist asking if I wanted to Q today. For starters, I have more scapular hair than both Site Qs can muster over their combined 40 square feet of polished epidermis. What’s more, HB broke the first rule of the running castes: bird-boned Ectomorphs almost never talk to Mesomorphs except in extreme emergencies when they can’t open jars or need help moving lawn furniture. But I took it anyway, mostly for the chance at more bald jokes (like Honey Bee at the Beach).
Also: we ran a (partially) new route, too. The Danger Zone XL:
Ye Olde SkullSkin
Turns out that all the Real Runners and both Site Qs were meeting at O-Stupid-Thirty for a 20 miler. Great training for those overnight marathons, men. And let’s exercise caution if operating heavy machinery this afternoon.
Don’t know if the DZ XL will make the regular rotation but the small crew today seemed to enjoy it. The 60 minute cap made for on-the-fly strategery. The goal was Carmel Road, at 4.05(ish) miles from the start. That’s just under 7:30/mile pace. And what constitutes “half way?” Thirty minutes? Is the Out faster or slower than the Back? Are you faster on the Out or the Back? The hills are in different places on the way back…One thing we learned is that it makes you run a lot harder. Lots of smoked Pax at the end. Second, it will serve as a good benchmark tool in tracking fitness and testing race strategy.
Thanks to Caillou and Capt. Picard for letting me Q. Until next time.
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