I tried today to run with music but found it really annoying. I tossed my player so I could flail my head and arms more freely when I ran my little 100 foot sprints or 1/5 mile. Marsha is funny, she will come and run with me, but she cheats by overcounting the laps/miles. She's always trying to tell me we went farther than we did (which means she also thinks we've run faster than we have). It's really wrecked my speed perception and level of endurance. I was on my own today and everything just felt hard. Not good. It didn't help that Josse and her running group were there passing me literally every third lap. They ran so smooth and fast, and made it look easy, like buttah. I think the track angle is starting to ear on my right hip. Kelli was right, I need to be more careful. Maybe I should have taken a treadmill day or run outside at lunch. I walked a bit toward the end with a co-worker who's been coming to the track in the morning. She's survived two bouts of cancer. She had malignant osteosarcoma cut out of her thigh bone about three years ago and underwent a year of radiation. She's a fighter, raised on a ranch in Farmington New Mexico in the 1960's. Tough as nails and sweet like honey. She's a real inspiration, and as slow and labored as my running felt today, everytime I passed her on the track, and could see how much smaller her right thigh was from her left, I realized I'm just a big-fat-baby with a long, long way to go. | 