Ode to Andrew's Stupidity
Andrew did lots of AR
Until a marathon came on his radar
He'll run til he can't
He'll sweat and he'll pant
Cuz a marathon is real, real far
The weekend after his jaunt
His recovery week he will flaunt
He'll load up the car
with the gear for AR
"I'm the best!" he'll be heard to taunt
He'll get to the start of the race
He'll envision a breakneck pace
As he stretches his quads
He'll think of the logs
He'll jump over with agility and grace
But after starting to trek through the bush
He'll wobble and fall on his tush
His legs will cramp up
He'll have to give up
Through the pain he thought he could push!
I promise this comes to an end
But the message I simply must send
to our dear friend Andrew
is when the marathon's through
Don't do an AR the following weekend!
(ha, bet you didn't think I'd really do that...)
The actual schedule (not quite as stupid) is
-This Sunday=32km training run
-Next Saturday=Salomon AC Bon Echo (8-hour sprint adventure race with team holisticclinic.ca
-Three weeks after that=Ottawa Marathon
-Weekend after that=hope to walk again, canoe camping in Algonquin maybe?
-Weekend after that=Maybe Salomon AC Kawarthas (12-hour sprint adventure race)?
-Weekend after that=canoe camping in Frontenac Park
-Weekend after that=Quest for a Cure (48-hour adventure race)
-Then Ive got a good month to my next one! (Comment this)