OMG ... I lost my sensors ... It doesn't get any more
symbolic than that ... No triangulating ... Might as well be in Bermuda ... But
I'm not ... I'm in a much better place ... I'm in Sweden ... I mean, I was in
Sweden. You'll have to believe what I'd been told the evening my father and my
mother and I rode around the forest looking for moose (and as luck would have
it we did see a moose), you'll have to believe that with every step forward,
with every stride I've made, that what the Swedish driver and honorary brother-in-law
of mine told us while cruising the forest is a statement of fact: We drove about one Swedish mile.
So ... without documented proof ... without being able to
use my sensors to show all my friends and family (especially on facebook) that
I ran a very fast Swedish mile somewhere between Osby and Killeberg, without a
computerized topography map depicting elevations and without charts graphing my American mile splits (I just can't bring myself to accept the metric system even after
converting to it a long long time ago in high school track), without all that
technology ... or should I say WITH all that technology tethered around my
wrist in the form of a Nike Sports Watch that should've been able to Globally
Position me, without all that ... you, YES YOU, will have to believe me when I
say that I RAN ONE SWEDISH MILE NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT MUCH MORE THAN THAT.
Did you run this
morning? my Swedish sister asked.
Yes. Yes I did. I
answered. I ran a Swedish mile in about
sixty-five minutes. I'd like to believe that by telling her an approximate
time that I had lent authenticity to my declaration; however, I did not time
myself at all, and it wouldn't have mattered except after celebrating the
Fourth of July by eating hamburgers and french fries and drinking beer in my Swedish family's
backyard while paying homage to the American flag waving on Swedish soil, after
stepping out onto the front porch the very next morning and belching onion I
had indeed regained my sensors and felt committed to running as hard as a could
so that I'd be able to show everyone that I was not lying about running ONE
SWEDISH MILE!
Dates & Times:
June 29th - July 4th (No Record; Approximately 30 miles).
July 5th - 8.4 miles in 1:04:34; mile pace: 7:36
July 8th - 7.1 miles in 59:04; mile pace: 8:13
July 9th - 8.4 miles in 1:08:05; mile pace: 8:02
July 11th - 8.7 miles in 1:08:07; mile pace: 7:45
5 comments:
Jim, I think its some setting that needs the help of Nike and/or Facebook. I believe you ran all those Swedesh miles!!! Hahahahahaha
Bro, --Ron
A swedish mile? Sounds like some kind of shorthand for something pornographic, man. :)
I know when I was in Mexico they told me to wait one Mexican minute.
When I inquired I was told it's the time it takes to finish two Coronas. I wonder if the times are correct, or are they Swedish minutes? The time it takes to run a swedish mile? :) MW
A thousand Swedes
Crept through the weeds
Pursued by a lone Norwegian.
Or so I've been told. . .
by Swedish relatives.
J.R. the last thing this good Norwegian girl would be worried about on vaycay would be running!
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