Tonight at a good ol boys dinner of Seagrams and wine I learned several things about my father's training methods for the New York Marathon. The greatest hits:
- He ran up and down the Mt Wilson access road "just on some weekends"
- Sometimes he went to the track, but not really
Alright that wasn't so much the greatest hits as it was "training methods, all." Now I couldn't help but think A) he'd been holding back this information to gain a competitive edge and B) this sounds like fairly thin gruel, even for the 70s. Turns out his finish time was roughly three (3) hours. Point being I am going to run the shit out of that mountain and, also, possibly become the Highlander.
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