Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Here's a google image of yesterday's run.  The PHOENIX on the side of the mountain is supposed to visible to the airplanes coming into Sky Harbor.

Today was what we affectionately refer to as a recovery run.  Okay, who's smart?  Tell me what a recovery run is.  If you truly want to recover, shouldn't you just...not run?  I'm sure there's some science to it.  All I know is you're supposed to go run slower than normal.  So that's what I did.  I couldn't get the "speed wagon" to read my speed this morning.  Maybe tomorrow I'll wear a sign on my butt that says "WIDE LOAD."

Time - 51:10 (avg. pace 9:10)

Splits - 9:22, 9:11, 9:08, 9:04, 9:09, 5:16 for 0.59 (8:59 pace)

Temp - 41 (I actually wore sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt today.)

I got an email from Blockbuster that they would allow me to switch three of my movies at the store instead of through the mail until the end of the year.  Well, that was in November.  Back when I was a rich man, I used to exchange them at the store all the time.  The nice thing was, as soon as I turned them in, they would send the next one in my on-line queue in the mail.  So, I thought that was what would happen this time.  But I guess they're not sending them until I return the ones to the store.  Is that stupid or what?  Anyway, I went to two different stores to get movies.  So this morning I decided to throw one in a WalMart bag and run to the closest one.  It was 5.6 miles away.  Once the sun came out, I was able to take some short cuts.

Time - 1:35:38 (avg. pace 8:54)

Splits - 8:39, 9:07, 8:50, 8:46, 8:53, 8:54, 8:58, 9:01, 8:52, 9:07, 6:32 for 0.74 (8:49 pace)

By the way, I was in allie's neck of the woods the other day.  Luckily I was able to snap this picture of her as she came zooming by.

Only me, only you, and my IT band...

I took it easy again today.  My knee is pretty sore from Saturday and yesterday.  And although all my troubles seem so far away, now it seems that they are here to stay.  I hate the Beetles almost as much as I hate Tiger Woods.  Tiger Woods, athlete of the decade???  What?  He hits a ball with a piece of iron.  He's no athlete.  Maybe some of his other extra curricular activities could be considered sport, but not golf.  I  hate him as much as I hate Oprah.  Not quite as much as I hate the Spurs, but close.  I'm so full of rage.  It's not healthy.

Time - 26:57 (8:59 avg. pace)

Splits - 8:58, 9:00, 8:58

Temp - 43

Splits - 8:18, 8:24, 8:32, 8:40, 8:45, 5:07 (8:45 pace)