The Bee's Knees

If your reader somehow indicates this was published two days ago, I created this post and time stamped it to detonate Friday morning. If it is screwed up, blame Blogger. I’m away from home and preparing for tomorrow’s 5k. And eating donuts. My folks always have donuts.

I haven’t been very good about announcing blog anniversaries or milestones so, for once, I’m going to recognize one right now: This is post #300! (Queue confetti and balloons.) That’s 300 posts worth of time I could have spent enhancing my career, running, or spending time with my family. I feel sticky (with a side order of depression.)

My previous two century milestones went by without even a murmur of recognition from me or you. Aren’t you people paying attention? Do I have to point it out for you?

- In post #100, I recounted my visit to the doc for, what I was sure was going to be, an anal probing in Paging Dr. Jellyfinger.

- In post #200, I discussed my penchant for awkward elbow running in Akimbo Running.

I’m not one to look back (at least, in this paragraph) so let’s look ahead. I’m in Traverse City right now (don’t rob my house, we have someone staying over and he’s a paroled rapist that describes himself as “having that itch again.” Large fellow too. With herpes.) I have a 5k Saturday morning. How will it go? I don’t know but fate seems to be conspiring against me.

I’m not Calvinistic by nature. Things aren’t pre-ordained. I don’t normally believe things have been pre-arranged to conspire against me but its sure starting to look that way right down to the insects. Specifically, the bees.

Last weekend, my long run left me with a swollen left knee. This happens to me periodically. Forty-eight hours or so of rest, a few bags of ice, things are good to go.

I knocked out some last chance 800’s and was taking my recovery run on the 1.3 mile stretch home. My knee was still a little spongy from the swelling residue but otherwise getting back to normal. I’m about home when a bee decides to make his move. The little prick stings me in the left knee with his, well, pricker. Prick! Why is everyone after my left knee?!? Now I’m itchy and swollen again. Honestly, who fights with a little prick stinger anymore? Evolve already! That’s like throwing stones at a tank. It’s just annoying and it doesn’t do anything (except chip the paint job).

At least, I hope it doesn’t.

I’m looking to set a 5k PR on Saturday. Last time out, I had fruit falling from my anus. It’s the same race again this year but I decided not to make it so dramatic this time. I’ll settle for a tasty pastry. Or a chocolate scone.

If I’m really lucky - and everyone puts their left knee stabbing voodoo dolls away - maybe I’ll break 18 minutes and meet my SOS2 goal. That would really be the bee’s knees.

Happy trails and Have a great weekend!
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3x800 final tune-up (with 400m recovery laps): 2:45, 2:46, 2:53.