94 laps at MAFC this morning. Back and legs both very stiff at the beginning, so started very slowly. Took a stretch break after one mile, felt much better afterward, but still was barely under 9:00 pace. Until about five miles left, when some kid jumped on the track, started running and passed me. He got about 40 yards out front, slowed a bit, and I decided I was going to slowly reel him in. Which I did in about a half mile. When I passed him, he quickly stopped, but I kept going at the same pace, which felt about MPish. That took me the last 1.8 to the finish, roughly, at ~MP. Felt pretty good, actually. Total of 7.09. Right after the run, T called me; Pupe had arrived to move him up to UA. So I showered, went home, we loaded the vehicles, took them to Fayetteville, unloaded and carried everything up two flights of stairs to his apartment (and then much of it up more stairs to his bedroom). A fairly concentrated 45-minute workout, but amazingly the back behaved. My foot slipped off the curb as I was carrying T's big TV back to the car (no place for it), but somehow I neither fell nor dropped the TV. I couldn't do that again if I tried. Called the fix-up elves for more of their magic, plus I have a promise from Kay of a meeting and some other options I'm considering on my own. Just have to carry through with them. Somebody's out there; I'm pretty sure of that. I'd planned to do 20 tomorrow, but I have to take the Prius in to get the dashboard display screen replaced. Maybe I run afterward, maybe I wait to Wednesday. We'll see how long it takes. After 7 plus a move, I'm quite pooped right now. | 