I still can't get over the fact that someone took my bright yellow Payson Onion Days 10K shirt. I left it at the waterfountain two Saturdays ago and it was gone when I returned 45 mintues later. Who wanted such a hideous shirt? What could it mean to anyone who didn't run that particular race? So now the three times I've gone by that waterfountain I wonder about it. Ah well. Today my legs were absolutely dead. I kept thinking I'd warm up, but never did. I realized by and by it wasn't my legs, but my lower back. I know I'm getting all jacked up again over my piriformis/glutes. I keep remebering how tapering last year at this time felt like my undoing. As soon as I wasn't keeping 50 mile weeks, my muscles stopped holding all my injuries together by force, and I fell apart. I know half of this is in my head. I got over the last back trouble I had a few weeks ago, but it took two full weeks (post massage) for it to get better. I may just have to call Natalee (MT) again before it gets too late in the game. (6.4/9:43 ave) | 