I love the rain - just wish we could have had a bit more of it. Unfortunately I suspect it was a bit too late to save my vegetable garden.
Yesterday I did 12 muggy road miles and was slower than ten bears. It's just not working for me at the moment, and I have taken to "easing off the back" of my little running group when I feel the need for a break. No big deal. I remember feeling just as crappy this time last year, and didn't run too badly that winter.
This morning I met Clea up at Walnut Creek for a pre-dawn 7 mile trail run. It was a nice variation to our usual Sunday Danish run - I haven't run trail by headlamp since Rocky Raccoon back in February, and I loved it, loved it, loved it. It had all the good things I'd forgotten I enjoyed about running trail, and a welcome reminder that you don't have to run crazy distances to be a trail runner. We talked and laughed about all kinds of stuff ranging from Rick Perry to Rango (we'd both bought the movie this weekend), kept up a good pace, and I felt better and stronger the further we went. We were even able to turn off our headlamps for the last few miles and enjoy a beautiful sunrise over the woods. The first mountain bikers were just getting ready to set out when we finished up, and it was a good feeling to have had a good run and be done before 7am.
I'm glad I got up for it, though I was definitely cursing when my alarm clock went off this morning because I was up until the early hours reading "Catching Fire
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