Seeking a better country...

To Reading and back.

9 p.m.  TM 7@ 7.4 mph .5% incline.  Just get on and run steady for 57 minutes.  It bugs me that I didn't find a number like 7.6  or 7.7 mph so I could be under 8 minute pace.

Cookies and cream recovery.   

8:45 p.m.  7 @ 7.4 mph .5% incline  57 minutes

I started and felt pretty bad.  I determined I'd take a little walk break at the end of the first inning.  60 pitches and 9 runs later, 40 minutes had elapsed; I worked through all the mental softness and just finished up the run without bothering to stop.  Stupid baseball game.

Mtn Dew recovery, no trouble falling asleep.

Probably no run tonight.   

8:00 p.m.  Just asI lay frantic Jack in his crib with his precious "bobby", did I notice the lonely treadmill.  I didn't eat dinner, so it was a good night for speed.  (relatively speaking, of course, both in terms of speed and good)  7-8-7-9-7-9-7 mph, 1 mile each.  It's much easier to run 7 than 9.

Recovery Oh's cereal.   

This morning my back is sore.  It doesn't seem accustomed to running faster.   Once again, hopefully no running tonight.

7:00 p.m.  To Reading and back with Jack.  He liked the birds and planes and treats.  I better not bring him too much or he'll end up with rotten teeth.

7:20 a.m.  I started out planning to head North on BST to get 12ish miles.  I saw a guy coming along 400 E. that was travelling at a pretty good clip, and we ended up running together for 8 miles at the back end of his 21 miler.  Ben Wxxxxx.  He's shooting for a 3:30 at Ogden, so the pace was comfortable 8mm, and company was enjoyable.  After he left, I ran marathon pace or better in a quest for some water.  Alas, I came up empty at both the golf course and West Bountiful Park.  

Ash wouldn't come with, even though she is always begging to go for a morning run/ride.  She was too interested in watching pony videos.  What's with little girls and cartoon ponies? 

 So, a pretty good run, my longest in a while.  I ate 2 toasts before heading out, but no fuel during the run, until I ate a really dry pack of smarties with less than a mile to go, when I was disappointed by locked bathrooms and inoperable fountains at the park.