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The work continues to be done around these parts- and others. We're still feeling better by the day, with the help of some clutch nap sessions. I expected to feel really rough yesterday, but it really wasn't the case and by the time we doubled back for yesterday's pm session in the foothills, I was feeling pretty good. These trails are amazing, for anybody uninitiated, we ran 80 minutes out on a single trail just covering territory, being entertained with epic vistas and the occassional wildlife or biker. I will note that I find it surprising how many women run out on the trails by themselves with headphones and without a dog. I will say we see more ladies than dudes working out, period, but I just found it to be an odd decision to be out there solo and then setting a barrier between yourself and what's going on around you. I mean, if you want to race you need to at least hear me coming up behind you so I don't get the jump. But seriously, there are enough bikers out there to warrant a little awareness of who's coming around the corner, not to mention the potential for a predator encounter, injurious scenario, or least likely a negative human encounter.

This morning we got moving with a fartlek on the bosque, moving well. I didn't feel tiptop but ran better than anything that I've done even at sea-level and I've run exactly 20 miles/day for the last 3 days in a row so as long as I've got some fight I'm comfortable with my progress. We saw Matt Henry out there right when we were getting finished, who coached one of the guys doing the workout, so we stopped and chatted. He was sporting an old LSU tee and evidently he was kind of run out much like some of the OU coaches of the past, rough considering his pedigree.

We did encounter a minor issue when our grill ran out of propane and considering 90% of our dinners have been grilled (for maximum carcinogen content) we will be scrambling for options in the wake. We will certainly have to refuel at some point as I stumbled upon a German grocer who sells specialty sausages and... dark swiss chocolate. Perfect soccer fare, yes?

I sleep well when I drift off to sounds other than an annoyed feline:


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