Pride necessarily sprouts and grows; a pride that can only come from relentless kneading of unwilling flesh, painful months of grinding and burning away all that is heavy, all that is strength-sapping and useless to the body as a projectile. --John L. Parker, Jr., runner/author
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. --Theodore Roosevelt
7 Miles in 53:21 (7:38) on a beautiful September day along Hwy. 171, out-and-back just past county line; ran on grass/dirt shoulder in my new MT110s; Miles 6 and 7 at sub-7:00 to stretch things out a bit.
Running on fumes...13 Miles in 1:31:55 (7:04) on the Illinois Dedicated [Nature] Preserve Trail (DPT) in my new Brooks Pure Cadences; Miles 12 and 13 in around 12 minutes, as my wife's cousin, Omar, pushed my pace hard on his bike.
Omar's an excellent cyclist, and the DPT is a gem if anyone ever has the opportunity to visit the Chicago suburbs just south of Wisconsin.