Death of a thousand steps

I got myself up out of bed super early (6 AM!!!!!) and over to the club Thanksgiving day run. The turnout was sparse but Danielle, Danny, myself and Ken did 57 minutes of slow jogging around the WVC campus under lead gray skies. I had run my normal 10 minutes prior to driving over so I ended up with 67 minutes total.

The rest of the club ran the 7 miler. I could probably have done it. The distance wouldn't have been the issue but the time it would have taken me would have been more than I wanted to run. Even if I had stayed up I would have died the death of a thousand steps and been worthless on Sunday.

Back on Track

I feel like I am back on track. I woke up, drank my usual tankard of coffee and ran the neighborhood for ten minutes. The traditional dump run. My legs felt great. It was on the cool side (low 40's) but I didn't feel slow or stiff. However I did run slow.

I drove over to WVC and hooked up with Danny and Tom and ran an easy 60 minutes. Even with a good hill thrown in, I continued to run effortlessly. I had to slow the game down several times to keep Tom running easy. He does tend to surge at times (plus he is getting stronger) but in each instance he slowed back down and kept things friendly.

Danny and I drove up to see Big Bad Billy (our chiro) and got adjusted. We had breakfast afterward.