A quick recap of the frost-free 5K: I ran hard, breathed harder and crawled hardest. My awkward gallop is slowly evolving to a stride through rigorous stretching routines and you-tube tutorials on cadence, foot strike and how not to get passed by junior high girls (not that they are not fast, I now consider them rivals)
I did not have the juice to hit my PR but turned ran strong, my body reacted well to the torture and I look forward to speed in the spring.
In the Blogosphere News
- New Job
- Considering the Kiss cross race on V.D. Day
- Mother nature is torturing us with warmer temps before she strikes our smitten faces with more zero.
- I am just going to type the words Michael Phelps. Enough Said