Dawn patrol on Beach Drive with Mike, and Brian met us on our way back for extra company. The weather cooperated on the early start, it was cold but the roads were nearly ice-free and we didn't have any rain. We probably pushed the pace a bit in the dark and I wasn't watching all the splits, but we went out to Manchester with most just over 7/min. pace. Coming back we dialed it back some. 1:45:08 supernova glide blue -- 333
Foot felt fine, and my legs felt much better than during Sunday's longer run. So I think the sluggishness then should be blamed on the snow week. I compared the past month to last January's blog and I feel much more confident for Chuckanut now. I really was a turd last year. There's a trail 25k in two weeks to use as a check in, but this was a good week to get back on track. Last, I've got to get this one off my chest. I try to always act respectful and keep my mouth shut when people rave about those ridiculous five finger shoes. I don't if I've met someone who wears them who isn't a zealot, and I think it's annoying (plus they are so ugly). So there was a new girl at our club today, and she's a minimalist. Which is fine, I'm not judging her, I'm glad she can get out there. But somehow Mike engaged her about her shoes (she's one of the people who have eight different pairs for every possible activity). She really, truly, used this as an explanation of their worth: "What if there's a zombie apocalypse and you can't get into a Nike store, and you need to run away? Are you going to be able to do it without your running shoes?" Everyone at the table kind of bit their tongue, but holy smokes. I think I'd rather be among the living dead than join the Cult of Vibram.
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