Posts Tagged ‘laurel snyder’

I’ve been warned not to get my hopes up, but GMR teammate JD is blogging over at Runner’s World online. Check out his post about Facebook, it made me laugh out loud (I am an adamant Facebook abstainer)… Poet, children’s book author and cool Atlantan lady LS has a poem up at Starting Today (poems for the first 100 days of the Obama administration). The politically-minded of you may wish to check it….  Husband has always been a clipper. Even when we were dating he’d mail me newspaper articles about places he wanted to take me or things he thought would make me laugh. Now he clips articles about running and leaves them around the apartment for me to find, like this one about Rose Kosgei (who came in third last year at the Fifth Avenue Mile), or this one about a barefoot runner… Valentine’s Day is a load of bullshit, but I’m spending time with an artist I love on the eve….. I’m not the only blogger who ran the Bronx Half-Marathon this weekend. Read other reports of the race at Live to Run-Run to Live (“this course stinks like a 3-days-gone hooker”), Runner NYC spots her annual dead rat on the course, The Brooklyn Beast cut short his race to accompany a fellow runner tothe hospital (then ran home to Brooklyn), I feel your pain, Cowboy Hazel, but I take comfort in the strong race the Laminator had despite the headwinds that dogged us all…. And lastly, track and field factotum JPM shared this video of Alan Webb’s July 6, 2007 win in Paris at the IAAF Golden League track meet 1500 meter race as evidence towards his point that Webb Is Great, and also as evidence that the Brits are much better at announcing running events than us Yanks (no argument from me on that point)….

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Ah, Denny’s. How’re things going, Laurel? I hear you’ve got a new book out…. 

Workouts at the track with the Nike Pacers are now run completely in the dark, which is a bit surreal until you get in your groove and realize the track isn’t going to move, or suddenly drop away, simply because you can’t see it. And at the very least, you can use sonar to locate yourself, since Coach Terrence and Pacer Kevin never. stop. talking. 

The gift of the evening was definitely not the tough workout–my 7:30 pace group ran 1200-1600-1200, with a 400 m recovery in between, our slowest lap pace being 7:21 mpm and fastest being 6:56 mpm. No, the gift of the evening was the full moon, which hung over the East River, looking like a perfectly fried egg yolk, ironically prepared sunnyside up. Know I was thinking of you, dear running readers, at this moment: I wish I had my Blackberry so I could take a picture for my blog. 

I’d deliberately dropped down to the 7:30 group after last week’s rough go with the 7’s (after all, Sunday’s race was a speed workout in and of itself; after all, I am tapering). Nevertheless, nevertheless, my muscles all took turns burning and tightening on me. Calves, quads, then my glutes, calves again, and finally my dear hamstrings. Clearly they did not want to be left out and decided to cry for some attention, too. I can sympathize. I did sympathize, but that doesn’t mean I slowed down. 

Bonus for me: DT was there tonight, trying out a new fuel belt she may want to wear for the marathon (it was a flop). We talked about our PRs from Sunday–DT broke 2 hours for the first time ever, after running 7 miles before the race!! High Five, Lady–our goals for the marathon, and of course how much we’ve been eating (A LOT). Her hamstring was bothering her, too.

We both agreed: better to have our muscle twinges now, under the moon during our taper, than out in the sun on race day.

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  • Escorting a few of our authors around the fair; meeting with an account; taping for author video
  • Coffee with an old friend
  • Quick change into little black dress, gold pumps and a fresh face of makeup
  • Party on the Fox Lot
  • Bum a ride and a smoke off of Salman Rushdie’s editor
  • PGW Party at El Rey
  • Collect the most beautiful business card I’ve ever seen from this cool writer
  • Poached egg on toast at IHOP (1 AM)
  • Last day of the convention: chatting in the booth with boss woman and catching up with industry friends
  • Flight home
  • (Notably Absent Bullet: running)


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