Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Tales From The Perimeter: If Steve Were a Dog

Perimeter meaning the 6 mile patrol road inside the fence of the military installation on which I work, where some half a dozen of us comprise a pool of running “talent” and strive to show up for a noontime run a couple times a week if we can escape our desks. We share a lot and these guys are one of the core pillars of my sanity.

As part of my UltraRunning training, I use a BowFlex PowerPro machine in my basement. I bought it a number of years ago, but never used it in a sustained, regular manner (i.e., meaning more than say 3-4 months)…until this fall and winter, when I got serious about my training for the Umstead 100 Mile Endurance Run.

But I still never really get excited about working out, like I do about actually running.  Others, however, feel differently.

One of our running group, now retired from Federal Service, still joins us for an occasional lunchtime run. Steve meets the definition of a gym rat—now that he’s retired, he runs 6 miles a day and works out for another 2 hours lifting weights. He is built and rock solid—never, never, would any thinking person want to engage with him in an altercation.

Anyway, I just ran across a photo that would be Steve, if only he were a dog. If I were a dog, I would not look like this (I am sorta puny).  Photo credit here.

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