51F, partly cloudy w/ stars. Wind 5-15 mph w/ gusts to 27. Recovery run with some walking. 20 minutes strength & stretching. Dead, sore legs, but a pleasant jog. Every now and then I feel like I should wear my Nike Triax shoes, which are relatively unused. An easy day seemed to justify a little extra cushioning this morning. (These are my last pair of "traditional" trainers; every other pair is a racing flat of some kind.) Well, I think I've finally convinced myself that no day is a good day for having heavy, stiff sheaths of rubber on my feet. Maybe I can use them in snow sometime. Speaking of minimalist shoes... There is a lady who shows up at nearly all my races, from 5K to the marathon, and wins her age group, 65-69. I called her the Beautiful Older Lady for a long time, until I learned her name. She is very pretty. And very fast. (In Saturday's half marathon she beat me by over 13 minutes.) Anyhow, I said hello to her after the race and noticed she had the thinnest little shoes on. When I admired them she said, "You know, they say you can't wear these in longer distances, but I've run marathons in them - and I'm not crippled yet!" Not hardly, Speedy Beautiful Older Lady. The shoes were some kind of Asics. They looked a little like spikeless cross country shoes. The name of the shoe was across the back of the heel, but neither she nor I had our reading glasses along so neither could decipher it. Blind Older Lady here. She had friends to greet so we parted, but I'll be looking for that shoe. | 