I had to get out the door by 5:15 a.m. so I could be at the airport by 8:30. It was pitch black, so I ran around the neighborhood for a mile, once it started getting light, I hit the main river trail. The wind from the storm last night left tree branches everywhere. It was like a steeplechase. Matt K was out that early, and warned me of upcoming debris. At first I thought "I'll just go to the bottom of the trail." Then, "I'll just go to the 5 mile mark to make an even 6 miles." When I got there, I thought "Well, I'm here now, I might as well go to the very, very end." I'd gone faster than usual and had saved time (enough to stuff another mile in there). That's unusual for my Monday morning energy level. I have to say I've recovered nicely from the 17 miler on Friday. I had my Garmin all packed away for the trip, I probably PR'd those 7.8, but without a watch or Garmin, I guess we'll never know. Just as I was finishing the run, along came the running posse. Sasha and invited me to with them. I know they were recovery running post marathon, and so it would have been a fine time to join the party. I love my little river trail, I'll miss it. But tommorrow I hope to be blogging my run from Marblehead, MA. | 