For the year, I've PR'd in 4 of my 5 races.
I'm currently in training to run a marathon.
I can't run the length of 6 parking stalls without getting gassed. Let me explain, it was a beautiful, crisp autumn morning and friends and family gathered for yet another tailgate*. A few of my buddies decided that they wanted to play a little football in the parking lot. 2 Hand Touch below the waist. The end zones were clearly defined: Toyota Sienna to Dodge 4x4.
Of course, I started out as receiver. My mantra in any type of football game is: "RazZ Needs His Touches". Apparently, our "star" all-time quarterback, did not realize this. I threw everything I had at my defender. A little shake and bake down the sidelines. A few curl routes. Nothing. Not even a look. AND I WAS OPEN!!! I was starting to feel like T.O. without the popcorn. Of course, it didn't help that our quarterback was 12 years old. He probably couldn't even see me. Plus he was running an ineffective "just get out there and get open" offense. Much like Colorado's. Not only that, but I was getting winded. The hell? How does this happen? I can run 13 miles, but I can't run 3 consecutive post patterns without putting my hands on my knees?
I demoted our QB and promptly tossed 2 touchdown passes on our next 2 possessions. Think the 12 year old got a look?
Here are RazZ's stats:
Completions - 2
Attempts - 2
TPS (total parking stalls) - 7
TD - 2
Int - 0
Rec. TPS. - 0
TD - 0
Number of times completely wide open - 1 gagillion
I chalked the whole experience up as cross-training.
*Tailgate Menu - potato casserole, cinnamon rugelach (pastry), sausage, french toast, coffee, orange juice, tomato juice additives for said coffee, OJ and tomato juice.