Last VO2 max run of the cycle -- 3 X 1600 at 6:45 pace, which is faster than my present 5K PR pace. Legs did OK, but for some reason the sweat glands decided to let loose. Last two miles or so I couldn't see for the sweat, which is another reason I like TM running -- I don't have to see where I'm going. Being blinded by sweat when running on Little Rock's infamously uneven sidewalks/streets is a recipe for sprained ankles or worse.
The local Road Runners Club is having a Thanksgiving morning fun run tomorrow. I may go, or I may not. I'll run tomorrow, sometime, but that fun run starts nine and a half hours from now and that just may be a little too soon, even for a light five-mile jog. I have to remind myself that the important run now is 10 days away in Memphis, not a crack-of-dawn trot around the Heights. | 