AM: 6 miles. Yesterday at my sister's place we played frantic sessions of basketball, soccer, football and capture the flag. From an outside perspective, we must seem like complete fruitcakes, but we kind of revert to our adolescent selves when we're all together, and it's how we bond.
I was way too sore to do my planned track workout this morning. Definitely my best excuse of the week.
I did still go up to the Arcadia High track, and dragged my Mom along to walk while I did 6x400 to shake things out. 83, 82, 81, 78, 75, 76.
Afterwards, we were walking a few laps together, and a guy came up and said hello. He was taking a kid through some football PT drills, casually mentioned: silver medalist 84 olympics in 400 meter hurdles, beat Edwin Moses in 87. His name was Danny Harris. I looked him up when I got back home, interesting guy. He was very nice and laid-back, but also had an definable sense of power surrounding him. As achy as I was feeling, I was half-hoping he would tell me to sprint an 800 all out, because I would have.
PM: 2 miles.
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