Run before work was a fail; goofball failed to realize that MAFC doesn't open until 7 on Saturday, which does not compute when I'm officially supposed to be at work at 7.
So what I did instead was run during work; finished my rounds, went to run instead of to lunch, and decided to keep going until (a) I finished 10 miles or (b) I got called to the ER. B happened first, but not by too much; I got in 8.20 miles before I got buzzed. Pace was somewhere around 9:20, not pushed but not EPMC either.
Silky's running Western States today. Dude is crazy, but I have to give it up to him. He's raising like $13,000 for the Wounded Warriors with this particular stroke of insanity covering 100 miles and who knows how many hours.
Oh yeah, date tomorrow, woman named Colleen (I think that's how she spells it). Thanks to the fix-up elves, so I haven't met her, but we had a nice phone conversation last night. She raises dogs for a living. I gotta decide on a restaurant that's open on Sunday night and call her with time to meet. | 