Getting back to Boston

Posted the miles with the new Droid, but couldn't do the comments. Oh well. Skipped yesterday to spend the day with Tyler, so went out early today while T slept in. The legs are just not there. Struggled through 8.25 down around the airport, although I have learned not to try to run along Zero with no shoulders and no sidewalk. Temps were OK, maybe the low 60s by the time I finished, but just no life in the legs. I'm hoping that's due to the unaccustomed four straight days before taking Saturday off. Try to get in a short 3 or so tomorrow and then see where we go for the rest of the week.

Enjoyed the time with Tyler for sure. Reminds me I'm not completely in this alone. He's such a good kid, better than I deserve. I guess I did something right bringing him up, though.

Recovery run tonight. Tried a new course -- Duncan to Waldron to UAFS (discovered Kincaid stops at the freeway and there's no way out), then Park across the freeway to 66th to Free Ferry and back home. If I'd skipped Kincaid, it probably would have been the 3+ miles I wanted. Since I didn't, it wound up 4.08. That's OK. Managed it fine in spite of the hills and the mid-70s temps. Loosened up from yesterday in a mile or so.

Interesting. Got off work tonight early due to empty ER, felt pretty good and decided to run. I arrived home about 10:10, changed clothes, started a load of laundry and headed to the park, arriving at 10:30. I knew the park officially closes at 11 p.m., but I figured my planned 4 miles wouldn't push much past that and I'd be outta there before anybody with a siren noticed. And I didn't want to run on the streets that late.

Uh, no. On my last lap at Cross Park I see a car near mine and somebody steps out with a flashlight. I said uh oh and cut the lap as short as I could given that there's a lake in the middle of it. Sure enough, it's a policeman. He reaches in his pocket, but pulls out a notebook, not a ticket pad. He reminded me that the park closed at 11, asked me when I'd be through, to which I responded I was through. He asked my name and date of birth, wrote it down in his notebook, wished me a good night and left. Kinda the non-warning warning. I think I can safely assume next time I do that, there'll be a ticket attached.

Oh yeah, the run. Felt good enough that I decided to push it. Ran six laps plu at sub-8:40, then jogged the last lap (if I'd pushed the last lap, maybe I finish before the cop arrives). Overall average still well below 9:00. Closest thing to a tempo run I've done in a while, and legs felt pretty good. Suspect I'll be sore in the morning, though.