“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing”

MONDAY

Rest

TUESDAY

Bootcamp PFT1 Fitness Test and 6 miles of running

(PFT1 – 30 Pressups – 15 full / 30 half; 52 sit ups; 8:39 mile run)

WEDNEDAY

Spin and 8K run outside

THURSDAY

4 mile treadmill run

FRIDAY

10K run with Running Club – outside

SATURDAY

30min TreadHill run – 2.36 miles at 5mph going from 0% to 6% incline in 5 minute segments

SUNDAY

6K run back to hotel in the morning – humidity was up.

Total running mileage for the week: 28 miles

THAT’S MORE LIKE IT

To open with a quote from Moby Dick under a blog with a title sampled from a film about a Shark, a good indication of my running head space this week.

The beginning of September marked the opening (finally) of entries into the Marysville Marathon. Cue whoops and rejoice. There is nothing quite as satisfying AND grounding as the email saying ‘congratulations you have successfully entered this race’. With 11 weeks to go, things are getting serious, but also fun. To quote Melville, ‘I’ll go to it laughing’, this is fun, an adventure, a test of my endurance both physical and mental. Smile dammit!

But as my readers will know, one race is not enough. So after my wallet had finished its sporto-economical ejaculation – or more specifically my debit card, my calendar orgasmed out 3 races :

The Water Of Life half

Marysville trail marathon

Vertical K

 

 

A busy month is coming, does that mean I have also mastered the art of multiple orgasms , even if only in planning – a conversation for another blog, perhaps.

But then Facebook smiled and I found myself saying yes to the Colour Run, the self-proclaimed ‘Worlds Happiest 5K‘ – also in November, so that’s 4 if you are keeping count. In many ways, my return to Doha at the beginning of December will allow me to get a much-needed rest from all the physical activity that November is promising.

But wait, there is more.

Just as I thought I had caught the white whale, John Williams pops up behind me and starts getting his orchestra all energetic. Somewhere far far away from Martha’s Vinyard, in a hotel, on  a desert facing waters way too shallow for a Speilberg-esque mechanical shark, a conceptual shark sneaks up to me in the waters of the digital universe and……

My running club starts a new group ‘Ultra Trail (Qatar)’. Organized amongst ourselves, a series of loosely marked, but timed and recorded races in the desert areas of Qatar. How could I resist. What better way to see out the Qatar winter and my post marathon fidgets then a series of loooooooooong runs in the desert. I may even become Race Director for one.

Oh boy-o-boy. A good week