7 am. Shake-out from Saturday. I foam rolled a bit last night, and Tami worked over my right shin. It was very uncomfortable. Things feel better this morning, although the first couple miles were a bit... Jens came along. This was his longest run in 7 months. He always flies past me when we near home; I can't match his sprint. When we were .75 miles from home, I told him if I'm ever going to beat him home, I might have to pick it up a little earlier. With a quarter to go, I gapped him a bit, just to see what he'd do. At Porter Lane, I had to slow to wait for a passing car. This gave him an opening to close the gap, pass me, and blast in for the "win", as usual. Then, much to my delight, he groaned, leaned over, and puked all over the flowerbed. If I ever get serious about beating him home I'll have to run him farther, and start the fast finish with a mile to go. I'm sure he won't be able to match that. Honestly, I'm glad he's got some spit and vinegar in him, and doesn't want to lose. |