Kind of. I'm feeling pretty good about hitting my modest Beach to Beacon goal (sub 53). My back is a bit better, and I ran both days on the weekend. I've also been very consistent with my gym workouts, and my twice per day hamstring and hip stretching. Unfortunately, I've also been consistent with my intake, so my weight is unchanged.
I enjoyed watching the Urban EPIC Triathlon over the weekend. Triathletes look great and are super fit (especially those at the front of the pack). They have upper body definition that you don't typically see in runners. And they seemed to be having fun. That is, until I positioned myself at the top of Walnut Street and watched them tackle a brutal hill on the tail end of their bike leg. I was a bit puzzled though: the beer garden (good beer, too) at the finish was completely empty. These folks had just worked really hard for 3 hours or so, why weren't they drinking beer? With my foolish "no beer before 5 PM rule", I didn't drink either. The poor bartenders looked so lonely. There was a great band playing, too, and it was largely ignored. The athletes seemed to eating gu and gel and looking at the latest bike parts. There are aspects of the sport I just don't get. My friend John was having a good race until he flatted halfway through the bike leg. All in all, it seemed like a wonderful event, though. The webpage is here.
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