Early morning run with Mike and Ernie from Slug Club, it was beautiful out by 5:45. Sun was coming up through the clouds, a little mist hanging over the water, and maybe 60 degrees. I even forgot how early it was once we got started. We saw an eagle eating a bloody breakfast, like three feet off the road. The thing just stared at me, like I was going to get eaten next. I was a little worried about my foot, heading out for 16 and all. I felt it most of the run, though any pain went away once I warmed up. I did feel a slight pull the whole time and I was aware of it, but I tried not to favor my foot. The plan was a "true 7:30" pace, according to Mike. Like usual, that didn't happen, Ernie complained about it the whole way but still finished right with us. Here were the miles: 14:57 (first two); 7:22 (at this point, Ernie says 'You guys go ahead, I'll stay back at 7:30 pace'); 7:19; 7:08; 7:35; 7:13: 7:26: 7:39: 7:06 (Ernie, still with us: 'Alright, I'll let you guys go so I can hit 7:30s'); 7:19; 7:05; 7:22; 7:05; 7:30 (Ernie, after slowing down 15-20 yards behind us and then catching up: 'You guys going to hit 7:30 at all?'); then 7:14. For some reason a rhythm was hard to find today. Still, an enjoyable run. At mile 14 my legs broke down a bit, but nothing serious, just that training breakdown that feels good. After the run and stretching my foot flared up and became painful to walk around. So I sat and drank coffee and ate French Toast for an hour. I'm at home now, did some fairly intense stretching (all over, but focusing on my calfs and feet), massage with a can and my fingers, and icing, and my foot is feeling alright. I'm watching it closely though, I think the plantar may be inflamed. That's my theory to why I can feel the little lump.
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