KRAC Blog

EGA has chided me for not mentioning Keith's birthday yesterday. My bad-- 63 years old, and looking, uh, looking every bit of it, I guess.

I need to chronicle this latest descent into madness. Sunday Jim and I did ten at the Bike Path. It was fine-- the rain held off until my last tenth of a mile. I was tired for the rest of the day but fine. (Jim had been out until 3 the night before and probably felt worse as he was kicking my sorry ass than I did for the rest of the day, but too bad.)

This morning I checked Hal's site out, and saw that next Saturday we were down for seven. Boy, that felt great. A snappy seven-- who couldn't tear that off, you know? But Jim says nay. It seems he miscounted somehow, and we actually should have run the seven yesterday, and owe 12 next week, and 13 the the week after that. I'm whining now, can you tell? The rest week that we have to look forward to, in three weeks, is ten-- and ten just kicked my butt.

Can't wait.

I didn't do my eight Thanksgiving week, and last week I was traveling, so I didn't run at all. The forecast looked like Sunday would be worse than Saturday, so I waited for the day to warm up, and ventured out for nine-- the longest run I've been out on for months, by quite a bit. It was surprisingly windy, which made it an interesting challenge, but the distance is manageable, and the course is easy enough. Once around Forest Lawn, once around the lake, once around Delaware Park, then out onto Middlesex, down behind the Historical Society, up onto Elmwood, and home. I'm afraid to look at what this week holds.

24:35. 7:56 pace. Jim went to MA and had a pretty good race.