Oct. 29th and 30th 2011

Saturday morning was cold and dark.  Ann left for her market day at St. John's Methodist Church.  I spent the morning drinking coffee and debating where (and if) to run.  I fired up google earth to check the distance from my house to the mailboxes at Potter Marsh.  Four miles.  One way.  That would be just right.  It was time for a "long run" and eight miles is still long for me, especially at my speed of 10:30/mile.  I was optimistic that it would be fairly flat, but in retrospect that was a foolish assumption.  I knew better.  The mailboxes are at sea level, and I am not.  Duhh.  Ethan joined me on the run and that was a welcome surprise.  He held me back and "gave me an excuse" to run slow.  As it turns out, I was cooked by the end of the run and just as tired as Ethan.  My cardio held up fine at that pace, but my hips ached pretty bad by mile six.

I took Sunday off from running (my right shin was sore--still is today) and went to the AK club with Annie.  I swam, with difficulty, 500 yards/meters/whatever-the-hell-the-length-of-the-pool-is times 20.  Some upper body; notably three sets of five pull-ups (50 lbs) assist.  MUCH better then I can ever remember doing in the past.