Seeking a better country...

8 miles 9:13 pace.  Easy peasy lemon squeezy.  It's beginning to look like Jack Bauer will never stop the terrorists.  I need to run earlier than 11 p.m.

Progression run without much progress.  I started at 6.5 mph, then added .3 mph each mile.  Mile six was 8 mph. Everybody at my house is sick.  I'm sick of it.  Poor Jack, he's all pus and boogers.

The evening streak continues...Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse for Jack Bauer, they did.  On the bright side, baby Jack is much improved.  Everybody stayed home today (except me- looming deadline at work) because of high winds.  Trees are down everywhere, roofs are missing, soffits are flying through the air.  A day off school might be just what the dr. ordered.

My legs feel pretty good.  I'm not going to do anything crazy like run 8 miles every single day, but I feel the allure that draws one down that dark path.     

The ritual continues...Grace joined me for the 24 viewing, as she got hooked while watching last night.  I knew I should have sent her to bed.  Oh well.  At least now I have some treadmill company.  1 each @ 9:00, 8:30, 8:00 2 @ 7:00, 1 @ 7:30 and 1 @ 8:00.

Bang thump whir spinning along.  After I got done we watched Crazy Stupid Love.  They got one word right.

5 hrs x training, on the chainsaw with large pine and spruce trees.  Abs, back and arms are numb.  I'm mainlining motrin.  Centerville is in a mess, with hundreds of giant trees felled.  Thus the streak ends, interrupted by what can only be termed an Act of God.