Got off work late, wife got off later (in fact, she's not home YET, three hours after I got home). So I put dinner in the oven for the teenager, told him to watch it and turn oven off at the appropriate time, and went to run. And run. And run. A half-marathon on the dreadmill, in fact. Finished in an hour-54, a clocking that would have thrilled me a year ago. Tonight, it was just a good progression-type training run, with the last half-mile at GMP mainly because I still could and because I wanted to FINISH AND GET OFF THAT BELT.
Then I did what I believe is the coldest icebath I've ever had. Falling overboard on "Deadliest Catch" couldn't be much colder, and that's the Bering Sea in January. But that should certainly flush all the lactate out of my legs, along with the rest of the blood that was in there.
Speaking of blood, I took off my left shoe after the run to find blood on the sock, and dried blood on a couple of toes. But I really cannot figure out where the blood came from. There is no visible wound. I did notice a little bit of irritation in that area during the run, but nothing unusual, and it really didn't last that long.
So then I capped off the night by registering for Newport. I'm committed now (or maybe should be committed). Just have to come up with the money for the trip now. A good stimulus payment in the next four months would help :) | 