Seeking a better country...

8:30 pm  So I've been a little under the weather since last week, and I'm beginning to be nervous about having all these throwaway days leading up to the marathon.  Despite feeling lousy, I thought I needed to go get in a few miles.  I should have stayed home.  I started with Jack in the stroller, but by a half mile in, the re-inflated tire was flat.  We turned around, and I dumped him home, and left alone.

It was the warmest run I'll have in a while; 75 degrees.  I made it 2 miles, and felt so lousy I lay down on the sidewalk for 10 minutes to look at the moon.  Using the "don't be a quitter" part of my brain, I continued further from the house, determined to go mind over matter.  At the turnaround, I was really feeling bad.  I started walking home, now three miles away.  I never run with a phone, and I don't know any of these neighbors.  I kept using the force to send telepathic messages to my family to come pick me up, but it didn't work.  Finally, with 1.5 miles to go, I got the nerve to ask a walker if she had a phone.  She let me use it, and I got a ride home.  

I fell into bed, somewhat delerious.  Shoulda stayed home and gone to bed.  I don't know how I'm going to get on track.

11 pm  Midnight wanderings, central time zone.  The moon was full, the air was crisp and cool.  Jens and I spent the early evening getting rid of the last of Tami's campaign signs.  We actually put them up, rather than tossing them in dumpsters.  I'm sure many of them will be stolen by the end of the week.  Nevertheless, I was feeling much better, and jonesing to be on the road.  My marathon shoes came via ups on tuesday, so I wanted to take them on a test run with my new broken toe.  Yes, while walking into the chiropractor yesterday I tripped on the curb and kicked it so hard with my left foot, I broke my toe.  The good news is, the toebox of the mirage accommodated it nicely, and 4 miles happened pain free.  I'll have to check that holds true for downhill running.  Who am I kidding?  I'm going to turn my feet into hamburger next weekend.  

It was a nice run.  I'm feeling much better, and glad to have 10 days to sort things out, and feel primed.

6:30 am  45 degrees to start.  I wore long sleeves and GLOVES.  What an awesome morning.  No signs were missing, and everything felt fine.  The only moment of sorrow was for a dead raccoon in the middle of the southbound lane just into Farmington.  Poor critter, didn't know what hit him.  

7 am  BST to south Farmington, steep down, then home on Main Street.  I wanted to get some faster running in at the end, but my back started tweaking a little bit, so they all ended up pretty easy pace miles.  I'm still fighting this cold.  I hope it isn't a factor next week.