Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Well, I missed another full week because of a lung infection.  Even this morning I was still hacking up yellow stuff.  But I decided to go anyway.  The 10 min. pace felt sustainable.

After I dropped my girls off at school, I drove up to South Mountain.  I haven't been there in forever, but it has the best hills, I think, for training for a Ragnar trail race.  The first mile and a quarter is on a dirt road.  Then you hit the trail.  The trail is much steeper and more technical.  I had to walk numerous times, even though I only went up three quarters of a mile.  I took some pictures at the top and ran back down.  On the way down I almost ran into a snake.  It wasn't a rattlesnake, but it scared the ladies that were on their way up.  I couldn't get a picture fast enough before it slithered away.  I also saw a turtle when I was driving out to the main road.  Some ladies were in the road making sure it got across safely.  It looked like a large red-eared slider, which are not native to hear.  It probably was once someone's pet and now lives in one of the ponds at the golf course.

Yesterday was the Adventure Run and I was hoping to get to run with a group last night, but I got stuck on ID checking instead.  But that's ok.  It's all about the free shoes.

My legs were still sore from South Mountain on Tuesday.  Other than that I felt relatively good.  I got to the turn around point and saw Rob Carlock.  Rob is the main boss of the zanjeros.  That was the first time I've seen him since I quit.  We had a good talk.  He reminded me about the time I lost my weir stick in the lateral pipe.  I ran a mile back down the canal and saw him again.  He complimented me on my pace (even though it was slightly over 10 min/mile.)