Where's the Donuts?

Met Mike at Evergreen Park at 8 -- and it started raining at 8:02. It was one of those cold, icy rain mornings and we really just slogged through the run. We were both sluggish and tired, and complained to each other most of the time. Out to Tracyton dock, then back through Stephenson Park Canyon with an extra little loop through the trail (we skipped the usual creek crossing because neither of us felt like wet feet, which put us on a steeper climb we'd never found before). Then back by Harrison/Manette Bridge/downtown. Foot started hurting on the Lower Wheaton Way downhill, when we picked it up and pounded a little. Other than that not bad, and it hasn't been too sore through the day since. Even though it was a rough run and I've been tired today since, a good start to the week. No watch.

supernova glide blue -- 307

Post-work five on the Y treadmill, 7:35 pace. No pain in my foot during the run, or after it (so far). 38:10

supernova glide blue -- 311

Four easy miles on the Y treadmill, then I hooped it up for 30 minutes. It was ugly, but my team won. 

supernova glide blue -- 315

YMCA loop (not treadmill). 31:20

supernova glide blue -- 319

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.