Way back in February, while laying waste to Colorado with my wicked, jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring snowboard maneuvers, Colorado laid waste to me, in the form of tearing up my ankle something fierce. Unfortunately, two weeks before the injury occurred, I had signed up for a springtime half-marathon in Beantown. This half-marathon was fast approaching. Instead of the requisite 12 week training period to get geared up, I had a smidge less than that. 14 days to be precise. I adjusted my training schedule thusly: 3 mile run, 5 mile run, 8 mile run, go time. If you’re really interested, you can go to the trouble of looking up my time for Boston’s Run to Remember to see how I fared, but I think these below pictures adequately demonstrate the results of my new training motto: slow and painful crosses the finish line.

Why do I do this to myself, you might ask. Well, watch this little clip and you’ll get a glimpse into the engine that drives this train.

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