When in doubt, break out the Emergency Piranhas.
So that’s what I did. I had one pair stashed back for a rainy day, and there has been a dark cloud over me for about a week. It was time.
And oddly enough, everything felt fine. Which makes no sense, running in racing flats on a sidewalk when your knees have been dying, but who am I to doubt?
On the other hand, after a week of technical single-track, it was nice to drift along aimlessly with nothing to worry about except 12-year-old skateboarders cashing in on the downhill. Happy.
At the 1-mile mark, I came across this.
A good run. Sub-13s. Go figure. God bless Christopher Columbus.