It's no mystery that I am secretly sabotaging Al B's efforts to get into running shape since I pounded my poor left foot into the Southern California desert. Every mile he logs pisses me off because I sit here with a race to train for and my size 32 Gap khakis digging into my gut.
So today I laced up the New Balance extra tight, fired up the iPod Shuffle (don't pretend like Van Halen isn't still cool as hell. You know they are) and set out for a short, easy run on the Rez.I left the watch at home and just went. I don't care how fast it was. It was 3 miles in the rain and I loved it.
Foot feels good. I am hoping to get some road time every few days for the next week.
Good lord. Might I be ready for Sun Run after all? Shit.
1 comment:
No worries, Al B is squashed too. But he'll be back soon.
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