I woke with a splitting headache of migrane proportions. It must be all that jaw clenching I do during the night. My goal today was to go out 6 miles, no stopping, and to do it quick--no pickups or 200m's--just quick. Also, I didn't want to look at my watch until the end. I didn't feel particularly fresh, but ended up averageing the 6 miles at 8:29. That's a good pace to aim for if I want to qualify for Boston and add a few strech/bathroom stops. 8:24/8:24/8:20/8:29/8:26/8:46/8:40 So I've been thinking about why it pleased me so much to be able to run and have people around me not know about it. First, the obvious. It's nice to have something deeply personal and satisfying that no one, save God, can take away from you. Second, is the weird addictive nature of running. So I'm addicted to running and I'm pleased that other people don't know about it. Hmmm. I guess it's a step up from all that meth and pornography... | 