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Go Go Guana

Hello to all. I'm delinquent about this post, no excuses. Old two-tone-Tommy is busy and tired and getting back into the big miles.

But before we fast forward, let's talk a bit about last weekend. A hard, rather awkward finish at the Guana 50K was accomplished, but it's nothing I'll write about in my next letter home to mommy.

It would be easy at this point to blow sunshine up your heinie about how well the race went, but let's dismiss that and move on to reality. I started the race with a dark cloud over my head, sort of feeling sorry for myself and my place in life. I don't know what that was about, since I'm one of the most fortunate soldiers marching on the planet today. Anyway, I knew it was going to be a hard day at the office and I set a solid albeit slow pace.

The course was picturesque and breezy, sandy and flat. On two occasions armadillos got underfoot and then scurried for cover; I was worried that one of the creatures might be rabid and attack, but these little fellows only wanted to get off the trail and rest...just like me.

I stumbled through each lap right at 90 minutes and finished up in 6 hours, 12 seconds. Most of the BBQ party seemed over by the time I arrived at the food line and my vegetarian restrictions allowed for only slaw and Texas toast.

My body felt hammered at the finish, but the next day was AOK. I did a gym workout after church, then played kickball with the ad society students at U of FL. On Monday, it was back to 10-milers each morning. The Croom 50 mile is less than two weeks away.

Here's an addendum to the story: Last night I was planning to mow the lawn, so I pulled out a trashed pair of Brooks Beast I use for yard work. I slipped the shoes on and felt a lump under my right toes; thought it was my sock, but when I removed the shoe a lizard jumped out! Tommy Terrific screamed and jumped about a foot. Moral to the story is make sure your shoes are empty before inserting a foot.

Hope all is well as you roll into your springtime running sessions. Life is good and I am a blessed man in many ways. Thank you Lord for the life you have given me.


  1. Man, Tom. I hate lizards. That would've scared the crap outta me.


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