Those same clowns who were rockin' their iPods, hip Oakley sunglasses, blinding spandex and new Nike Shox on this lovely afternoon are the same ones who will be nowhere to be found come Saturday morning when winter makes it's oh-so-triumphant return. I really shouldn't give half a shit, but for whatever reason, this wanna-be-a-runner-when-it's-warm-out syndrome has always irked at me. I'll leave it at that. End rant.
In terms of my own running, today was a medium-long day, spanning 90 minutes and 14.5 miles with three sets of 2 min/1 min/30 sec hard fartlek thrown in for shits and giggles. It was a solid run, though my ankle was pretty dang sore by the end. Hopefully it's back in full working order by tomorrow morning, as Ryan, MD, and KG are all coming by at 10 for a lil jaunt through A-town.
And that's gonna do it for now, because (surprise, surprise) I waited till the last minute again to work on the day's entry. More tomorrow, I hope. G'night all.
Quote of the day:
When you begin to believe, that is when you will be on the right track to try and accomplish whatever you have set out to do.