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corre fuerte en el bosque

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Jerry and I got cracking early this morning for a uptempo session on the river, no thanks to Rookie the cat who was walking all over me throughout the night. It was still pretty cool and I didn't feel like the temps were an issue whatsoever, I even warmed up in a long sleeve and tights. However, it was dry enough that the exertion elicited a little workout stomach. All that means is that I had to have a beer with my breakfast tacos, post-run, and while tuning into the 2nd half of the WC opener. I think things are going swimmingly and despite running some of the more undulating foothill trails last night, my glutes and climbing muscles were only mildly sore and didn't limit my acceleration over the last mile of this mornings run. We'll return to the river for the 19 miler on Sunday as we think the odds of us getting out over our heads will be less but we're going to try to go run up on the top of Sandia peak tomorrow. Since everyone and their dog (hopefully) are heading out here, we hope to get some great miles in with friends and keep the spirits high. I think we are being good about taking the miles easy but tonight is going to be a little track session to enhance this morning's tempo run, and then I will drink a pint or more on Knob Hill.

This was the tempo and timbre in my head at 7am on the canal path

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Unknown said…
you guys are bad ass!

tempo run in the morning, track session in the evening.

beers at breakfast, more beer at dinner.

combine that all with the world cup, naps and rascally cats. great times fellas.
June 11, 2010 at 3:32 PM
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