Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I ate too much junk food over the weekend.  I wasn't feeling great, but I trudged through my miles anyway.  My pace was about the same as my pace from Saturday.  There were a lot of people out this morning.

We had the full time missionaries from our church over for dinner last night.  My wife asked me what she should make and I told her to make her world famous stuffed french toast.  She said it's not keto.  I said that's ok.  So I was feeling it this morning.  Again.  The run didn't feel great, but I realized when I was done that my pace was decent.  A little faster than normal.  Definitely faster than yesterday.

Yesterday was my lovely wife's birthday, so I didn't run.  We went to this sushi bar that has conveyor belts that run along the seating and you pick the food off that you want to eat as it goes by.  I had some chocolate cakes and other goodies, too.  I felt kinda blah again today.  As I was heading north on the Floodway, I could see Rich Porter on the Canal road.  He was walking.  I ran up to Brown Road and turned south down the Canal road.  We said hey and then he turned and started running with me.  I was just going to do two loops today.  Emily has been sick so I haven't had to get up as early and it was already after 8am.  In fact, my wife didn't call the school early enough to cancel the bus, so I actually stopped the bus on my run and told her she was still sick.  Anyway, we ran down to Adobe together which is where I planned on continuing south down the Canal road, but Rich turned to go back into the neighborhood.  I decided I would run with him to his house.  He asked me which way I was going.  I told him I was only planning on doing 2.5 miles, but I would do whatever.  He was only going to do 3 miles, but we passed his house and went down to Higley Road.  I figured we'd just turn around and go to his house, but he again asked which way I was going so I said, "Let's run down to University, then down to the the Floodway and come back around.  That would be about another mile.  It was a good talk.  I didn't know he'd been out of work since January.  I pray that he finds something soon.

I stretched out and had a nice liesurley jog today.  But I finally ran 10:00 even pace.  So it's good to see that even when I'm not trying.  It's also kinda funny to think that 10:00 is a good pace for me.  I'm old.