I went to the gym at 4:30 and decided to do a few miles on the treadmill. As I began, I noticed some sweet old lady next to me running at a nice 8 min mile pace. I smiled as I cranked it up to 9 mph. She bellowed out like a dragon on roids “hey sunny lets get it on.” I glanced over with utter shock. Then I said “ bring it” she cranked it up to 9.5 mph, and I cranked it up to 10 mph. She looked like she was going to loose her dentures. I briefly held on to the side rails and she screamed, “that’s cheating sunny.” She cranked it up another notch to 10.5. I am use to being last on the club but there is no way in heck I am going to let this lady on the other side of 50 show me up. I cranked it up to 11. I thought there is no way she can maintain this pace for long. To my surprise she kept it up for almost a mile. After my victory lap on the treadmill. She left with a smile and I left with the feeling that father time is trying to catch me. I got up this morning looked in the mirror and saw my buzzed head. I got this army hair cut saturday. I am hoping it will help me take 30 seconds off my mile. Calf still a little sore. it does feel better then saturday. ran 11 tonight. | 