Admit it.
These are some sexy shoes.

I'd like to introduce you to The Girls in my current lineup. From left: Mizuno Wave Precision 6, Brooks Burn 3, Mizuno Wave Rider 9. They all get along quite well...no in-fighting yet, that I've noticed. I try to rotate my time between them so no one gets jealous. So far, so good.
Did 7 miles today, rather than gamble on the weather tomorrow. I should have waited.
I felt like crap. Literally and figuratively.
I was about 3 1/2 miles in and I realized, "My stomach isn't feeling oh so great." Needless to say, I spent the majority of my time nursing my gut, which coincidentally felt as if someone were wringing my colon like a washcloth.
About 3 miles into my run, I came upon a major intersection. I did the usual and waited for the light to go my way. Upon seeing the little walk icon, across the street I went. Apparently some d***head decided that I shouldn't have stepped foot off the sidewalk. He honked.
I reciprocated with the "number one salute" and we're not talking about my index finger here, Faithful Reader.
He deserved it.
As a result, a few others in cars watching the whole debaucle applauded my reckless abandon.
Relieved he didn't pack his nine.
Oh well...all our training runs can't be great, can they?
In any event, I finished, and we went and had some dinner. I'm beat....nap time for me and The Girls.
Distance: 7 miles
Time: 75 minutes
Pace: 10:42/mile







