Last day to blog!
The library closes for a week starting Monday. Someone will have to call me on Thurs or Fri and tell me what and where for the Saturday run.
Today's run was quite nice. I decided to run with Melissa. She wanted to do her 13 miler since she rode the Goat Milk, and she wanted to continue to increase her mileage. I was her coach. We ran from light pole to light pole. A car flashed it's headlights in our direction and Melissa, as friendly as she is, started waving like she knew them. I asked if she knew who that was, to which she claimed it was probably her man. Once we got closer, she realized she didn't recognize that car, and just as we reached the end of the causeway, the car was pulling out of it's spot as if to meet us at the corner. "Now you've done it!", I said. "You went and got yourself a stalker. He probably was waiting and thinking, 'The first one to wave will be my target.' I tried to see who was in the car, but the windows were tinted as the stalker drove away. Why does my stalker have a beat-up old Econoline van and hers has a shiny, clean sedan? I know... Miss Georgia Peach gets stalked in style!!! He-he! Anyway, we finished Fannin Landing with Cathy, who turned back, and we kept going to Fox Bay. Light pole to light pole. The talks helped propel us through the mileage. Sorry we missed everyone at the end. My back is still acting up and I slowed down at the end. I'm going to have to do the heating pad and stretch thing more often, now that we're two months away. Matt, you're so sweet for sending the search party with chocolates. Either I am just predictable or you have been paying attention. Carol...VRROOMMM! VRROOMM! You belong in a convertible. The glare on the windshield kept me from seeing who was stopping ahead for us. I thought is was some rich men lending their kind support, but a JAP with chocolates is just as good to me! Thanks Donna for the Gatorade, that was kind of you. I thank everyone that attended - even those who couldn't. You all motivate me when I see you out and about at OH-MY-GOSH-thirty in the morning, ready to run when nothing is chasing you. We all do it for various reason: health, life change, enjoyment. But let's be honest. What it really boils down to; what we all want from the experience most of all.... Bragging Rights!! "Yeah, that's right; I ran 18 miles today. I could have run 20, but I didn't feel like it." "Oh, what? You mean this scar on my elbow? Oh that's nothing, just a pound of flesh for the price of glory!" (unfortunately, most scars look better on men) God-willing, I hope we all get to brag come October 9.

Now for something completely different. Ladies, I am afraid that Aug 6 is probably a bad day to eat out. Melissa and T'knesha informed me that that day is the 22 miler. I thought is was going to be another short run - must have looked at a different schedule. Sooo, ixnay on unchlay. Sorry. We'll just use Matt's party to bond, if that's okay with Matt.

No bird-baths at the water stops, please!

Been busy this week, which is why I don't blog as much anymore. Next week the library is closed for 7 days, so you won't be hearing from me unless you see me in-person. Tuesday morning was with the Rockettes. Tuesday evening I swam at Jan's house. Wednesday, deep-water running with Melissa; evening, guitar lesson. Thursday was another Rockette morning. I ran with Lisa today. We talked and talked and talked. It made the running less painful. We hardly stopped for a walk break on the way back. I am tired right now, though. Four days out of the week, I am getting up at 4:30 a.m.. Sunday I am sleeping as much as possible...maybe.

I haven't eaten as well as last week. Last week I ate mostly veggies and fruit with some starches. I ate only some meat. I guess that showed in my running. This week, I am craving more protein. I am still trying to find the happy medium for my body. Unfortunately, tomorrow is the monthly luncheon. I am testing out some of the greek dishes on the co-workers. If they return Monday - it's safe. Just kidding. I've had food poisioning 3 times in my life. Trust me when I say "No one has had to go all the way to the hospital after I've cooked. " Honestly, I have been the only one to ever get sick from my cooking - poetic justice I guess.

Speaking of food, does anyone have a problem with the Ladies get together next Saturday, the 6th of August, I believe? Melissa suggested a mid-afternoon/early evening type outing, which I am all for. The venue is still up in the air. I was thinking something like Up the Creek, maybe. If you have a better idea I am open to suggestions. I'd like for everyone to come - even those that haven't been running with the group for a while. If your name is on the blog list - come on! Just the ladies though. We'll have to catch the guys on a later date.

Well, I'm ending this blog before I fall asleep. Yeah, I get to sleep in tomorrow. I know it sounds crazy, but 6:30 a.m. is sleeping in for me. See you all Saturday...at 5! Whoooo!!

P.S. I've been doing the weekly water stops for the Rockettes this week. Don't worry. I've finally got the water/ice ratio down to a splendid science. Unless you guys and gals are taking baths in between intervals, there should be enough refreshment for everyone-sans Team In Training.
Take care!!

Secondhand Tiger among some First-rate Marathoners.

Greetings!
How has everyone recovered? My thighs are a little sore, but otherwise I am feeling pretty good. I think I lost about 5 lbs of water weight Saturday because I was literally wringing my shorts dry during the run. I put on an old pair of jeans that were snug in some area before but, aren't now. I am all about these long runs for weight loss. You don't have to go fast, just go and go and go.
I spent my weekend chipping away at the numerous projects I have floating above my head. I kind of do them in a round-robin fashion. An hour or two on each, then on to the next one. I am currently reading a book: Desecration, part of the Left Behind series. If you believe, I highly recommend it. Once I start, I can't put it down. I also have my guitar lessons. My teacher says, "You shouldn't have to practice. You should enjoy playing. If anything, you should be limiting the space between you and your guitar." So, I limited the space a few times this weekend. Another project is a secret, but trust me, all of you may see it in August when I finish. (This project requires tons of limited space, so I hope I finish in time.)
I'll make this short, I am starting to get hungry again. By the way, have any of you seen Secondhand Lions? I saw it this weekend and thought it was great. You're never too old to live and be adventurous. Tomorrow is another Rockette revival. I think we should get some matching t-shirts with sequins or something. Relax, it's just a thought...a possible project...hhmm...
Anway, to all my fellow marathoners....Limit the Space!!

What a morning!!
Up and at 'em at the crack of dawn. Not too concerned with the mileage, just waiting to get it over with. I stepped out of my door and felt the humidity. Oh boy, it was going to be a hot one.
I hadn't considered whether I would run with someone or not. By the time I had arrived I had decided that I wanted to see what it was like in the front. So I took off at the beginning. Slow pace, but it felt different being first if only for a moment. My plan: to stop at the waterstops and only if I needed to. I now know I can run 15 miles straight at a very slow pace. That took three hours. I am guessing with some walk break, cooler weather, I can do the 26 in 5 hours or less.
(And now for a brief tangent)
In bootcamp, they have a series of obstacles that one must complete for the sake of their platoon to have bragging rights. First, imagine three obstacles in succession that look like doorways make of logs. They are in ascending order. You climb one to jump onto the next and so on until you jump off the highest one and thus complete the task. The strategy is to jump at the vertical logs so you have a place to dig-in with your feet. By the way, this obstacle is called 'The Dirty Name'. Most recruits are puzzled at it's name until they make the first attempt or slam their knees into the vertical log. You grow up fast after hearing the all those names... and in different languages. Anyway, that's how I had injured my knee - so I am cautious of it now, but it's been a champ for me during this training.
Another obstacle we faced is the familiar 'Obstacle course'. About 5 obstacles of varying difficulty. (It's the one you see, I believe, in Full Metal Jacket.) To make a long story short, if that is possible; the second obstacle was always my downfall. First, you must climb on a log elevated about two feet high. Standing, you face a horizontal bar about a foot and a half above you but also about the same distance away from you. That bar is connected to a series of series of thinner bars. (Picture the rack in your oven, the straight edge with the tines extending to the next edge.) This "rack" is on a slant - downward and the objective is to jump, grab a hold of the horizontal bar and swing your legs up to meet one of the "tines". Then you slide down hand over hand with legs criss-crossed over the thinner bar. There is more to this obstacle, but you see, I rarely made it to the next phase because for some reason my timing was always off. By the time my hands met the horizontal bar and my feet swung upward, my hands would loose contact and down I fell approximatey 8 feet to the ground. I remember falling three times like that at various times in my short career, but it never ceased to amaze me. Anyway - having said all that, when I started out to run mile 16, my lower back spoke in a quiet but all too familiar twinge. Like a husband who has been married to his wife for more years than he can count, I simply nodded and obeyed. Turned around and walked back to my car. Twice I had ignored that 'twinge' and twice I was unable to walk or sit without pain for three weeks. With age does come wisdom...and twinges, and some moments of lost short term memory.

I must say, it was sure motivating to see everyone this morning. Lynn, thank you for the compliment on my derrier and allowing me to be apart of your after run prayer. That was delightfully unexpected. I usually do my 'thank you' prayers while I'm running. I do wish I could run as fast as you and Ed, but I know - just enjoy being out there. My competitive side is always in motion. To the waterstop ladies, I give my utmost appreciation. Without you I wouldn't have been able to run as far. To all the participants, thanks for the encouraging words, or head nods and eyebrow lifts - I get too winded to speak sometimes too. It's all good. And to the two blue jays that 'leap-frogged' every other tree as I ran, you helped keep my mind off the run. (I know that sounds wierd to thank birds, but I always notice bluebirds flying ahead of me when I run the long runs. It's a mystery to me.)

Lastly, I'd like to try this 'girls night out' thing again. Now, besides the weekend of Aug 20/21, I am available to do whatever. I know that you with kids and husbands must coordinate your schedules and that is why I am bringing it up now. This will give us time to plan so we can eat and chit-chat without being stinky and sweaty and tired. I am game for anything that involves food. i don't mind if you have to bring the kiddies either. But you all need to let me know, since I am the one with least obligations. ( Not rubbing it in, just stating a fact.)

Take care everyone. Go to Olive Garden before the next big run - did wonders for me. He-he!

HE-HE!

Wheeeeeennnnnnn the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
Thaaaat's Amore!!!!!

I Looooove Olive Garden!! Breadsticks and more breadsticks. I call it my 'carb-loading' for Saturday. He-he. Okay, the tiramisu was extra, but I only ate half, my cohort ate the other half. It was MMM-MMM GOOD! He-He! Can anyone tell I'm still on my carb-high? He-He!

Woke up kicking to the Rockette beat this morning. 'Humid Gel' is what was actual hovering in the atmosphere. Luckily Susan went inside of the Y, she would have panted the whole way today. Ran Jan's interval today: Stop when necessary. I stopped at the water stop, but ran the whole way. Besides the humidity, I felt okay. Thought about catching Jan - she passed me at the waterstop (she brought her tool belt of refreshments). About halfway on the return trip I remembered I had a long run Saturday - 'What the hell was I thinking?' Slow down, Woman!
I should only be running that fast if there is a fine looking man ahead of me carrying chocolates or a rabid dog chasing me that's mistaken my thighs for hamhocks. He-He!

I am not worried about Saturday. I know I could do it since I ran the 18. Humidity doesn't worry me, I just pray my knees hold up while trying to carry all that bouncing and jiggling the goes on above them. But I do have nice ankles, I think. At least they look nice before the run. He-He!

To answer Patti's question, I did see the moon this morning. It was cool! I knew it was a good day then. Then, I heard 'Ride Like the Wind' by Christopher Cross, an oldie but goodie from the 80's. One of my favorite songs. I definitely knew it was going to be a good day. Then, I had my review. They gave me a raise! But I have to produce more work by September. I see A LOT of carb-loading in my future, He-He! Now I can afford to adopt that llama!!!!!
Just kidding, He-He!

Anyway, I must go now. I have managed to start too many projects and now I have put myself in a time crunch to get them all done. I do it everytime. Take care everyone! Ice and rest and drink a lot of water. And eat some fiber tonight, so you can run faster for Saturday. I'm all about jet propulsion. "Back-blast area all clear?!" He-He!
Run on. He-He!

Get out your demons, come on get happy! Get ready for the wedding day!

Hi Guys and Gals!
I've been reading the new blog entries. It could be me alone, but I am starting to notice that some of you are experiencing a sense of feeling overwhelmed and not all of it has to do with running. I'd suggest eating some chocolate, but dammit if the heat doesn't melt it before I can get a good bite. I believe the trick is to figure out a way around, over, under or through the obstacle. Don't get me wrong. I am currently having an ongoing moment of overwhelming proportions. That pesky hound dog!
The last long run we did... the loop around campfire circle... a beagle howled at me. (Yes, I know, but the beagles are in the hound family. It still counts.) Then, later that week, during a Rockette run, the same beagle, but up close so I could see his face. No threat was made...but our eyes met. The message was clear; The Basset Hound had sent him. Then I kept hearing people around me talking about 'their' Basset Hound. I think Hallie said she has one and my supervisor just revealed that she owns one as well. On the radio, as I am getting ready for work, whichever station has the Pet Parade announced the a lost basset hound had been found. He's clever, that hound. The most compelling part of this story is that each of these moments occurred right when I started to feel tired or unmotivated, entertaining negative thoughts. I believe that there are lessons to be learned in small moments of our lives if we just pay attention long enough. My very first 5K race, in March; I pushed myself to go the distance so that The Basset Hound wouldn't beat me to the finish line. I am three months away from my second race - the race of my life, and I can hear that leash jingling behind me. But there is NO WAY I am letting that Basset Hound ruin my walk down the aisle! I have a date with destiny. And if there is anything I see at the end of the race I expect it to be a Stallion! wink, wink!

We all have our demons, mine is just in the shape of a basset hound. I am aware that some of our marathoners that are feeling overwhelmed. And sometimes that quicksand can feel like cement, but it all starts with you. If you can see yourself at the start, if you can see yourself waving to all the cheering spectators, if you can see yourself at the finish line...and if you can see yourself eating cheesecake after!....then you can achieve it. Don't give up! All you gotta do is show up, we'll be there with you. And whatever is heavy on your heart, we're more than willing to listen. The whole point of all this was to make a positive change - however great or small. If a positive change occurred, then none of this was for naught. Just remember, you have got to do this for you and no one else. You deserve great things. We all do. Forget the past, forget what was. You can't change it and it does no good to ruminate over old wounds. You have the power to change the future by acting in the present. And I expect to see you guys at my wedding at the finish line. (For those of who are behind in reading or can't remember, I am speaking about the marraige of my 'old- self' to the 'new- self' when I complete that marathon.)

I'll stop preaching now. I just wanted to get that off my chest. I hope to see my ladies on Thursday and the rest of you on Saturday. Live, Laugh and Love!

'Accelerate your Life'...In the Navy! (Among other things...)

Boy, I am glad to be back from Little Rock!!! It's hotter there than it is here...and Susan, this humidity is nothing compared to what I sucked in the past 5 days.
Luckily, I didn't have to sleep under the stars like they had told us we were. We got to stay in open-bay barracks (like on the movies when they depict bootcamp, everyone sleeps on double-rack bunks with wall-lockers in between) Hadn't slept in one of those in a while. Ah, the memories.
Anyway, after eating MREs, Meals Ready to Eat, I am on a crash course to clean out my system again. One MRE literally plugs me up for a week, which is what they are designed to do. Each package can come with several elements consisting of the main meal, snacks, desserts and drink mixes. They average about 1200 calories a package. Yes, 1200 cal a meal! We are issued three of these a day. I had packed small easy-to-open cans of veggies and pork'n'beans along with more healthful snacks. I only ate two hole MREs for the five days. The other ladies ate theirs heartliy. When it was time to leave, they noticed that the jeans they had on when they arrived seemed to have shrunk. One rationalized that the humidity just made her thighs swell. Unfortunately, I can't use that one in the winter. And so, it is now veggies and fruits until this Saturday. Mostly, anyway.
I havent' run since last Tuesday. I take that back, I ran for about 2/3 the length of a football field when I was in Little Rock. Torrential (sp?) down pours were occurring every 5 to 30 minutes. At one point there was a break, and I had to make it back to the barracks. You guessed it, I decided to book it back to the squadbay. An easy trot along side a fellow Seabee down the center line of the road. The steam rising from the asphalt felt like I was killing two birds with one stone: Exercise and cleansing my pores. At about the 50 yard mark I noticed a slight burning sensation... in my legs. Particularly my shins. My shins don't usually hurt on my weekly or long runs. A few more steps revealed that I was panting like a dog. 'What is going on? I haven't even gone that far or that fast!' A few more steps and I understood why I was struggling to jog. Running in boots is much harder to do than running in sneakers. Furthermore, running in Steel-Toe boots is twice as hard to do than running in regular boots. On average, the sneaker can weigh .5 lbs. A boot can weigh approx. 1 lbs. A steel-toe boot averages about 2 lbs + or - some ounces. My ego told me that the"' barracks were just up the road'". My body said...well it would have said "Stop it!", it was too out of breath to even fight. Needlesstosay, I motioned for the other girl to save herself and that I would hold off the snipers for as long as I could. Her pity slowed to a stop and shadowed me the rest of the way as I quietly tried to catch my breath. Do you know how hard that is to do without grimacing or doubling over to search for your composure that most surely had sunken down near your ankles? I fought the urge to just curl up in fetal position in the middle of the hot street until the depletion of oxygen had been restored. Shame? Not at all - she didn't have steel-toes on...and I'm sure my thighs had swelled from all the rising steam.

Tomorrow I shall return to my weekly runs with the Rockettes. I missed not being able to run on Thursday and Saturday. Hopefully it's not too humid!

Not only the Corps needs a Few Good Men. The Reservoir Rockettes want you too!

HI!
I have a few minutes left, so I'll try to make this quick. (No, I haven't done the Blogspot-thing to see who wrote new entries, I still do it the hard way.)
But I do want to comment on Dawn's recent blog. Now Dawn, we haven't talked about this, but the topic about some men running sans shirt to make the run more pleasent.... I Do Concur!!!
I have often fantasized about half naked men while I run. Of course, they are chasing me, but it's my fantasy. I'd prefer a whole slew of them, actually. Oh, how I do miss the Corps. They issue these small, flimsy shorts - running shorts....men just...everywhere..cute...tan and sweaty. All shapes and sizes...........good times, good times.
Well, this will be my last blog until next week. I have to go play Navy in the woods.
Everyone take care and run one for me on Saturday.
Especially the Lady Rockettes ... "Kicking and screaming all the way to the finish!"

Yeah... I just did an easy 18. It's all good.

Whew!
For some reason Goat Milk didn't seem as long, granted we are running further, but it wasn't a struggle as the last two long runs. Sorry to everyone at the tail end in the beginning part of the run. That was my first time putting out water and I didn't know the pitfalls of the ice not melting as fast as I had willed it to. I know better for next time.
I started off with Susan, but at about mile 2 she was feeling the effects of the humidity. She stopped at the gas station for a break and willed me to run on - which I did. I gu'ed at the Lakeshore park water stop and felt it kick in on the causeway. I ran the full length without stopping - just to see if I could do it. I did, and boy was I tired. I pushed myself to jog/walk to the Fannin Landing water stop. It is so much shorter when you drive the length, don't you think? The faster group passed us - still smiling and some pep in their step. I welcomed the gatorade, although, Patti said that I drank out of a used cup that was in the cooler. But by 10 miles with 91% humidity, who is thinking 'cooties'? I gu'ed again because due to my shortcut at the curve going to Fannin Landing, I didn't see Melissa's water stop, and figured that it was going to be a long time before I see the Fox Bay cooler. Regardless of gel, I was pooped. I remembered how long it was to get to Fox Bay so I decided to run with Shawn, Sunny and Patti to pace myself. Patti was feeling the effects of the weather and run as well. A cyclist pedaled by with a smile and words of encouragement. Patti just sneered and made a not-so-nice suggestion about the way that we could thank her. RRRrrrrrrr. I started to wonder what pedometer was used to map that length out because we kept saying, "just over the next hill". Sunny was cussing us all out, mentally. I could tell. I'm not mad at you, I get that way too. Ronnie was behind us for much of the way. At each water stop, he repeatedly said, "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." All I could do was nod in agreeance. Chris would make it to the check points first, but never looked tired.
I was thankful for the overcast. Oh, and we got honked at on the causeway! Whoohoo! At about a mile out, I was so eager to get to the finish line that I just kept on running. I didn't take a walk break. My last two gels kicked in. My legs were so tight - not in pain, just stiff. My feet were aching too. I'll keep moving today, but tomorrow I'm going to be extremely lazy. (My inner hound awaits - it doesn't see the sense in all this running when nothing is chasing me.)
It was funning running up here, I hope you all enjoyed it. No car- dodging. A few dead foul and lizards, but no one seemed to give up and throw themselves in front of on-coming traffic; so I think it was a good day. And we just missed the rain too.
Rest up marathoners - two more months to go.

My inner bassett hound yearns to be a Rockette.

Hey All!
Been busy this week. Tuesday I had a swim lesson with Jan (one of the Reservoir Rockettes); thank goodness she has a small pool. Wednesdays are my guitar lessons, so I am unable to blog then. So it looks like Thursdays and Saturdays are my free days - besides the running.
My stomach is still doing the 'uneasy burn' everytime I think of the Amazing Race. I told work that I had "an appointment". In this instance the military rule applies - They didn't ask, so I didn't tell. If Channel 12 shows me in line at Miskelley's, well..... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Another bridge I am going to have to consider is the Reserve thing. For right now, this is only an official entry, so if and when we get called to do an interview, I'll worry about that then. Ordinarily I don't have these thoughts, but for some reason I keep thinking,'What should I wear?' 'How should I wear my hear?' I know, how 'bout a ponytail? I'll just wear one high up - instant facelift. If I pull it tight enough, I won't even be able to blink. Kind of like the Runaway Bride pic. Talk about 'deer-in-headlights' look. Luckily that was just a reaction to the flash.

Annnyway, I ran with the Rockettes this morning. (Hope you don't mind ladies. I like to fantasize that I have legs like a Rockette and since it does start with an R, well... . We don't kick as high, but we're still alive and kicking by the next run, so I think that counts just as well.)
Susan wasn't feeling well and T'knesha didn't show either. But we did have the Birthday girl - Sally, Carol, Lisa, Hallie, Jan and Chris. It was nice and cool this morning. Jan and I ran a slow pace this time with minimal stops. We gauged ourselves off her heart monitor. If her pulse was too high or too slow, we adjusted. I opted to run with her to keep myself from chasing after Chris. I think I am part hound or something. Whenever Chris or someone else passes me on a run, it's all I can do not to lunge forward at a break-neck pace to catch or pass them. There is nothing in it for me, just the thrill of the chase. Lord knows what I would do if they wore red and had a siren. You're probably laughing now picturing me as a bassett hound chasing after one of our own marathoners but, if I can't beat 'em...

My swimming lesson went well. I'm still here. After much scrutinizing of the olympic swimmers, I managed to act like one in the pool. Now all I have to do is kick, paddle, relax, turn and breath all at the same time, without stopping. Since I lost some weight, my butt isn't as bouyant as it use to be. I don't know if I should be happy or sad considering. But my bathing suit fit still, so that was in all a good day. Jan has 6 dogs. One of them is a Korgi, I think. He's old and almost blind, but became my self-appointed coach. He would sit at the side of the pool right next to me as Jan instructed me. Whenever I did something wrong, he would bark an order. Once I got the hang of it, Jan had me swim from one side to the other. The dog- Max, I believe, would trot around to the otherside and be there when I got there. Look me over to see if I was okay and then wait til I went again. Then he would trot back to the opposite side to meet me. Best coach I ever had. We bonded. It is possible that he sensed my inner hound.

A group of us were thinking of running our long run in Clinton this Saturday. If any of you want to join us.... just kidding. I shall see you all on Saturday for the mere 18 miles. Nurses! Did you save up those I.V.'s . I think we're going to need 'em. Hopefully it rains, it'll take my mind off the 18. Especially since I wear glasses - that fog up and no windshield wipers to boot. Can one of the nurses bring a walking stick for the blind, I may need it.

Run on you Rockers and Rockettes!!

Angina, Anxiety....AAGGHHH!!! What a week ahead!!

Hello Marathoners!
I'm on lunch at this time - I have plans for after work so I have to type fast.
Ran this morning with "The Group". I say that because I have noticed in the other blogs we have become either Reservoir Rats, Reservoir Rebels, Reservoir Racers... why can't we be something larger than life? The Resilients, The Resounding Ten, The Really Beautiful Reservoir Marathon Runners. It is probably best if we just not have a name.
Anyway, the run this morning was not bad. Decided to take less breaks and work on endurance and stamina. Was a little tired from doing yoga yesterday - hadn't done that in a while, certain muscles are making themselves known.
Hadn't filled out the application for the Amazing Race yet. Waiting for Matt to return so we could talk. He isn't leaving me much time on a collaboration for a concept. He better be speaking fluent Spanish by the time he comes home, for all the brainstorming I've been doing alone. It's no fun to have an anxiety attack alone. I can be calm when the other person is having one, but since he's not here, I think I subconsciously am panic-stricken for both of us. Matt when you read this, get with Susan to get my number since these blogs are not secure.
Then there is the 18 miler this weekend. Oh...oh, I think that's my angina flaring up.
I must return to the grindstone. Afterwork, Jan is teaching me how to swim. If I don't blog tomorrow, I've gone to swim with the fishes... or algae - she has an outdoor pool.

Oops.

I just read the forum. I apologize Mark. I never intended to split the group up. It was an idea out convenience, for one run. Hadn't even considered doing it on a regular basis. I understand the importance of the 'group' runs. I guess I took it for granted since others miss, for whatever reason, that we weren't hurting anything since we would be running too. Forgive me.

As far as the weekend goes, I'll be staying cool as much as possible.
Hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable weekend.
Take care