Eight on Beach Drive with Mike, Ernie was out of town. The two of them have an Ironman in two weeks, so they're all done with high mileage runs for awhile. Next two weeks I'll be solo if I want to get double digit miles. I would have added on today except my parents were in town, and sitting around drinking coffee with the old man beckoned. Anyway, good run, we got to talking politics (both Slug Club politics and national -- you can guess which is more intricate) and lost track of the pace. So we ran almost every mile under 7 minutes. But it felt good on a cool, cloudy morning. In the best news of the day, my foot didn't hurt at all. I didn't even remember I was having a problem until I was standing there stretching talking to another slub member who I've complained about it to. So I got that going for me. 55:50.
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