"Hey, I am going to slow it down a bit, go ahead and take off with out me."
What? Right that down! Did you hear that? Yeah, I know, crazy. Typically I would have run myself into the ground out of pride, or better put, false pride. What can I say, I am a typical dude in that department.
"Must...not...show...weakness..."(cue collapse on concrete)
Not this time. No, my running partner with the uber-tight leggings and oversized shirt (he looked like a toddler, it was weird) obliged and took off, leaving me to drop the pace a bit and find my legs. I never really did, but I did finish with the ability to walk afterwards, so that is a step in the right direction.
I decided to go for my long run on Sunday, a justification for the three I just put in. Never the less, I am coming along. I may not feel like it, but I know I am making progress. Tomorrow will be a good test of how my legs have gotten used to the longer distances.
After returning home for a quick clean up, I headed off to the bustling town of Suffield, CT to watch the Suffield Academy track team, my alma mater, compete in their first meet. Quite a strong group of kids. Can you believe that in this little tiny WNEPSA league, there are some of the nations elite HS boys 800 meter runners? Stay tuned on that, SA has a phenom of their own (www.suffieldacademy.org).
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