As this week progressed, I was feeling relatively decent. I took Friday off from work and after looking at the mile tally realized a single 6.3 mile day would provide a needed break. I ventured up to the Emerald parking lot and got on the Ice Age trail. The trail was a bit slippy and a tad overgrown. Not to mention it gets hilly up there. The mothership took a beating that day. I, to paraphrase Harold Abrams, "...don't run to take beatings!" Dang and the flies were brutal. Good thing I was wrapped up in the hoody and skull lid. Freaking beat. I was space trucking about 11-12 minute miles.
Saturday dawned and I was meeting Dewey for 15 at Nashotah. I probably needed a break, but after a half pot of coffee I was back in action and ready to go. We kept the pace honest and I felt good through the day. Happy to report the 10 at Minooka on Sunday wasn't bad either. Decent week. Just trying to pile a few miles up a bit at a time. It's hard to exercise caution when you are a running bum. No real need to get too excited about posting times nobody looks at that far down the page. Somehow this makes sense to me and so I overlook dings and dents to the body. There are no stars on a potato farm.
I ran into a guy at the grocery store wearing an Al's Run t-shirt and I commented on it as I had one on as well. He was pumped up and told me he wants to get one more in this year. He will be 89. Forget what I know. This guy is a natural born world shaker.
6/26am 5.6 (8:45) road, pm 5.6 (8:39) road
6/27am 5.8 (9:23) road, pm 6.7 (9:44) trail w/ Dewey, Tim, Robert
6/28am 8.0 (8:55) road, pm 5.0 (9:31) road
6/29am 6.0 (9:19) road, pm 6.0 (9:28) road
6/30am 6.3 (11:27) trail
7/1am 15.0 (10:07) trail w/ Dewey
7/2am 10.2 (10:39) trail w/ Sharon, Andrea, Clem, and Dean
Seven runs with extra duds. One old guy who motivated me. One chocolate cake...gone.