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coach, why do my legs hurt?

Thanks to Sallah Hussein for that gem. Well as luck would have it, my legs do hurt but I think I have an explanation for that. I seem to be a bit slow right now with all the miles. The long run on Sunday was not devastating but I ran enough yesterday that I still didn't feel fresh by the end of the day on Monday. Typicallly, I like to wait to work out until Wednesday due to the volume I am putting in but I moved the workout to this morning because the weather is supposed to turn nasty tomorrow and I didn't think it would be too tough. I pulled out the old 10x half mile w/ ~1:30-2:00 jog, but intentionally set the goal time of 2:40, which is about my goal half marathon time for next month. Anyway, I took a few repeats to even get under 2:40 and then just felt like I was working alot harder than I should have been to run pace. I did the work and so I'm just going to treat this like a pretty high density block with a steady long run, a total of 16.5 on Monday with some hill presses and then some race pace intervals this morning and another 5 or 6 this evening. Anyway, I know that I tend to be able to get away with lower quality than some guys that race at my ability because I usually do more volume but the bottom line is that pace needs to be much more comfortable for me.
In other news, I read that people tend to rate their satisfaction of wine higher purely based on price. While, I'm not surprised, I will proudly say that I don't fall prey to this vicious cycle. In fact, I base my wine ratings on taste. More of note, I buy my wine purely as a reaction to the bottle art. My rating system is something like this: (preface)obviously the wine that I am hereby referring to is dark red in color and is not of any dessert variety, I don't want anything to do with a white unless, I'm cooking or making a martini (1) if the art features any animal namely a stag, rooster, or other similarly stately creature, it's a legitimate option (2) if the art features a landscape that tries to showcase the region from which the grapes originate, I must consult the true winery location and check if they match up (3) if the bottle features non descript writing, chances are the bottle is either way out of my price range or from some mass producer and therefore of less appeal. There you have it, the official critieria that I use to wage battle with the endless amount of vino finding it way to our shelves.
To begin your search, I suggest Joe's Place in Norman. They are typically very knowledgeable and they host a great number of free tastings that you can find out about on by subscribing to their online newsletter.

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