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I'm so sorry I came in late this evening, all the clocks around town had died

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I had some fatigue in the quads this morning, which I didn't really expect because yesterday was a medium day on the treadmill, but I've been stringing together some good days and every once in a while the quality takes it toll. I feel generally good though running the miles right now. I did just that this evening, but made the mistake of eating the darko choco bar prior to and paid the price at about the hour mark. Stomach started talking to me but I made it home, only felt rubbish on the few strides I actually pulled off. It was a very windy afternoon, but temps were great and I bumped in to Jenny Graef and legged out some miles in good company, after we stopped to let her new pooch out for a whiz.
I got into my promo beer this evening, my version of pepto, I had the Southampton IPA and Gordon Biersch Golden Bock. The IPA needs more IBUs albeit having a nice floral aroma, it lacks some punch and the bock was sweet scented and curiously higher alcohol but sort of low on anything seriously laudable, a session beer for sure.
The weeks are passing in a blur this spring and I'm hoping to start hitting some diversion. I really fucked up with this ticket, so I can't travel as much as I was hoping, but I'm getting something in and in a couple months things are going to be exciting with races and hopefully other events. I'm really pissed that the Norman Music Fest is the night before the OKC marathon but I'll do my best to catch something memorable. Maybe I'll even get to some of that decision making I've been putting off...

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Meagan Nedlo said…
i may be enlisting your pacing services for a workout next week since a certain mutual acquaintance of ours is not exactly 100%...
March 4, 2009 at 7:34 AM
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