Here is a picture of me with the TNT trainer, on Saturday’s 4 mile run… My first run without my partner.
First of all…and stop squinting…that is not a nipple adjacent to my armpit. It’s an earbud, I was hiding it, and here’s why. On the first night of training, this guy says
(~~cue gruff Marine voice~~) “there will be no iPods. You cannot hear me when I need to coach you. Someone got killed. You need to pay attention…”. I tune out, but I got the message. I’m like, Yeah. Right…and oddly, I find myself curiously rapt.
Then he says: my name is Charlie, but sometimes you’ll here people call me Bob. (?) He explains that marathons are hard for him, and I’m like yeah because (what is that thing he has…a walker? a bike?) Hey CharlieBob, do you run marathons…and he says no, what he really likes is the Ultramarathons. Naturally.
We run on Saturday and I put my iPod On, but let me tell you, I was looking for a wheel around every corner.
Here we are on the first day of long run training. I’m not an Amazon, he is just shorter, and he scares the crap out of me. I have a feeling I’m going to need him.
CharlieBob commands your respect.
Week 2 starts tomorrow.
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