54F, cloudy. A bit of wind, a few drops of rain. The predicted downpour never came. Mentally, I am ready to get back to my usual mileage, but my legs are just not back from their holiday. After a long, sluggish warm up, I started feeling fairly good -- but the stopwatch does not lie. Sloooooww. The Cat Who Must Be Obeyed popped out of my neighbors' shrubbery and nearly tripped me. I am sure he thought that was great fun, because when the attack did not produce the desired outcome (ie me sprawled across the sidewalk) he proceeded to wind his body around and around my feet when I tried to walk, purring his head off. I did make it home vertical. Ah, there is the sound of heavy rain now. Well, that was nicely timed for me. |