At the work meeting on the Oxnard, Calif. waterfront, I met a fellow editor who is a 2:50 marathoner and training for Boston. So we met up before dawn for some miles. We just wound around the harbor, easily warming up and then letting our competitive instincts get the best of us. By mile 3 we were easily running sub-7s and telling running stories, and I don't think either of us wanted to be the guy to say "we should back off." So it was a good workout, and I was feeling the hill from Monday. We did a cool down jog on a beach trail, which was nice, then settled in for 8 hours of sitting in a meeting. The bad news is at the end of the meeting Mike told me that his ankle, which has been giving him problems, was aggravated during our run. So pushing it put him on the shelf the rest of the week, and I feel bad about that. supernova sequence | 