So Casey and I ended up running 8 miles together yesterday, including four 200-meter strides on the Westboro High track for shits-n-giggles. After hitting the first three anywhere between 34.3 and 36.6 seconds, we finished up with a 31.2 and all I can tell you is I wasn't the guy leading it. Coach Kellogg looked so easy you'd never know the guy hasn't run a competitive race since the 800-meter final at the Big Sky Championships in 2005.
Bastard was floating. I hung on for the ride, but believe me the turbulance was rough.
If CK gets his ass in gear, I might -- correction, will -- be in trouble for our 1,500-meter showdown next June. Good thing I started flying lessons four weeks ago.