Shipping the Cheddar

It's not just for Wisconsinites any more.


The nearly one thousand dollars that has been donated to the Fisher House is proof enough of that.


From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for your donations.  I know for a fact that there are folks that donated that have absolutely had their lunch handed to them by the economy, the weather, or both.  Despite that, wallets were opened and cash dispensed, to say nothing of the good will and encouragement that came right along with it.  That's courage.  It's also faith in a guy that has never run a marathon before and up until about nine months ago, kind of hated running.  Just a 'lil bit.


But let us not dwell on that particular insanity.  I still plan on beating Oprah.


Today I ran up to the office of one Mrs. Jackalope.  The plan was to do four miles entirely up hill and catch a ride back.  Hopefully the stink wouldn't relegate me to the back of the Hyundai where Jeff sits and occasionally barfs, among other things.   I kind of wanted to see what a mellow run uphill looked like.  Apparently it looks like this:  (Click on it for Hi-Res)

I kind of hit my stride there about 1.5 miles into it and felt really good.  Overall I'm pretty satisfied with chilling out and rolling up a hill at 8:30 per mile avg; especially given that  I started flying at a 7 min/mile pace there for a bit around mile two, and somehow kept my heart rate down in zone three.  Certainly not going to break any land speed records but I felt great, had more than a few gears left and haven't even started the speed work yet.  


So I got that going for me.  


On the other hand I'm already starting to dislike the hills around here.

By Marcus with 2 comments