Married, working, training. While my wife has nixed all future attempts to grow glorious mustaches, she has been supportive of my crazy running dreams. Life is good.
Felt adventurous, so I extended the run to 9 miles today. I'm feeling pretty good, for the most part. That knee I fell on is still tender... I've been putting the heat back on it. It doesn't feel like it will cause any serious problems, at least not at this mileage, but I do worry that it's still hurting.
9 miles. I got stalked by some guy in a pickup truck for a couple miles. Really creeped me out. If anybody knows a guy about my size with short, light-brown hair who drives a brand-new diesel Ford F-150 with a chrome tool box in the bed.... please ask him to stop stalking boys on the trails.
Goose egg worked. I almost didn't get out tonight, but I thought, well I can do 3 and avoid the penalty. Once I was out, I figured I'd at least make a decent run out of it. So I ended the week at 50.
