One More Mile.

Such a gut-wrenching week.

What exactly is one supposed to say?

What is one supposed to do?


Runners can be odd ducks: masochistic, solitary, stinky souls. But all of the best people that I know are runners. There's a wonderful sense of community and generosity of spirit amongst runners. You want to talk about the time that your toenail turned black and then fell off? Or how it never really grew back? Or how you ran til you puked? Other runners will be glad to hear about it.  

The spirit of a runner is a lot like the spirit of Boston. Runners are tough. Runners can be single-minded. Runners are determined. Runners are resilient.

The only thing that I've ever really worried about when I go out for my run, is whether the Great Dane will be out. (The dog's not going to attack but he's going to block your way and not let you pass. And really a dog of his stature doesn't need to attack to be frightening.) What do I think about now?

I'll tell you what I did Monday night: 8 x 800, 1 minute rest.