Well, I tried. But I couldn’t do it.
I attempted to download Hendrix’s Woodstock version of the national anthem so I could play it at the track before beginning the first run. But iTunes doesn’t believe I’m me, if indeed I am, so I was left to my own devices. Those devices being a slightly off-key hum that wouldn’t have been out of place in the early stages of a cat tussle. Yes, cats tussle.
And then, I was off.
A miserable day. 85, 74 dewpoint, 20 mph wind with gusts to 30. The kind of day kites and treadmills were made for. Whose idea WAS this, anyhow?
Still, a perfect evening for a run. The soccer boys were out, creating a diversion of testosterone and errant balls in the back stretch. I ran with the Big Hat, sunglasses and Chris Cornell, creating the sensory deprivation tank I loved so much at the Scottsdale track.
The miles were super easy and super slow. 13:23 average with a 131 hr. (130 for me is high end of easy-run zone.) Four-minute run, one-minute walk. Trying to find something that’s sustainable forever. Summer of Muskrat, for me at least, is going to be about miles, not pace. Five miles today. Not bad for running in a hurricane.
Yikes. What if we really have a hurricane? Excuse me, I have to go add some fine print to the rules …