tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65117780195951622352011-04-21T14:32:17.306-04:00The dungeon was a castle's final defensive position. It was the location of last retreat when all other fortifications failed. That is the moniker I apply to a training area of last resort (e.g. a gym) where one may be forced to exercise in monotony due to weather or logistical constraints. With no other place to retreat -- the fighting intensifies and we hope for something like a victory.bdubnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511778019595162235.post-61954021717386040872008-08-17T13:35:00.003-04:002008-08-17T13:39:12.666-04:00I'm not ready to say I fear <a href="http://www.harpethhillsmarathon.com/">The Monkey</a> but I am ready to say I respect it. My usual training run (a 1 mile loop) compares not to the wild elevation swings of Monkey. Nor does an out and back I tried at Iroquois Park yesterday an (a now obviously lame) attempt to mimic the monkey. The monkey (middle chart) will not be imitated. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CigqYJROwmo/SKhhi5RtxsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HmUSxFq4R8s/s1600-h/pixelMath.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CigqYJROwmo/SKhhi5RtxsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HmUSxFq4R8s/s400/pixelMath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235541818936772290" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511778019595162235-6195402171738604087?l=treadmilldungeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bdubnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511778019595162235.post-46807217965501195672008-08-16T19:09:00.008-04:002008-08-16T19:22:06.355-04:00I went for a run today at 2:00 PM (Iroquois Park). Before beginning, I stopped at the Amphitheater bathroom. I found fat forty-somethings fornicating in the filth on the floor (that is alliteration, my friends). A quick "Sorry!" was released along with my surprised look before I shut the door and began belly laughing. They laughed from the other side too before boarding their awaiting TARC a short time later. I saw too much flesh and the images were still burned into my retinas as I blinked on the drive home, post-run.<br /><br />Don't you just love when people are in love away from their friends, families, or partners. What do you think, was this planned adultery or just love at first site whilst busing?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511778019595162235-4680721796550119567?l=treadmilldungeon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bdubnoreply@blogger.com1