What is Hip?

This is a picture of a hip joint. It looks bad to me, but what do I know. This I do know: after only two days of extended walking around the neighborhood, my left hip is killing me. Two days. Walking. Pain. Back in January the timelapserunner tried to start up his exercise program by a combination of walking and jogging. To the best of my memory, the same thing happened: hip pain. If this is what it will be like just to start up again, how will this ex-runner be able to train for a half-marathon? Good question. One without a great answer at the moment. So, here's the deal. We're going to stop and see if the pain goes away. We'll wait till it is gone. Gone. Then we'll try again. If it's déjà vu all over again, we may have donated $85 to the Louisiana Marathon. Bummer. Meanwhile, enjoy one of my favorite groove tunes.

Dark Thirty (Five)

Back in the days when the timelapserunner was marathon training, the early morning workout was his standard ritual. But years have elapsed and later morning rising times have become the norm. We must break that cycle if we are to get rugged, get ready, get rumbling towards January 14, 2018. So we set Alexa for 6:00 AM this morning. Seems like a runner's internal clock is actually in control of things, however. Awake at 5:25 AM we were. Ready to leave the house as the oven clock read 5:35 AM. On the streets. Back in the saddle. Not quite in the groove but you have to start somewhere. And somewhere begins at the end of the driveway ... at dark thirty or dark thirty-five, as the case may be.

Has the world gone mad, or just this would-be runner?

Maybe there's a coincidence between this post's theme and April Fool's Day? Maybe. All mental protestations to the contrary, yours truly, the timelapserunner, has gone mad once more. This time he's entered the 2018 Louisiana Marathon, at which point he will have already reached the ripe old age of 70. Perhaps he's only half mad: he's entered the half marathon, not the whole enchilada. Still, given the shape he's in at the moment, his work is cut out for him. Roughly twenty pounds heavier than his training weight for the 2013 edition of this event, he is hoping to shed a few pounds during the months to come. I still can't believe he's done this. What was he thinking? His aching bones and joints already have aching bones and joints. O, the humanity!