Feelin' It Again

I will reiterate the pleasant weekend that was had two weekends now goneby. Paul, one day you must and will join us in festivities on the South Shore. As Ben so ably described, the weekend was filled with substantial, scenic runs, fine cuisine, and enjoyable conversation (note on the map the satellite imagery of the gorgeous field and forest at the intersection of Summit and Whipperfurth Rds). One unpleasant byproduct of the weekend, however, was an evil sickness that infiltrated the immune systems of 6 out of the 9 weekend revelers. The sore throat and snot that arrived last Tuesday noon and still afflict me today are, quite frankly, unprecedented in my medical history. Fortunately, the aches and chills and cold sweats (meat sweats?) have passed, but in its wake can be found a highly destructive path through my running logbook. Last week's workout--gone. A weekend 19 miler--gone. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I attempted 5, 6 and 7 miles, which were slow, with many stop walks, and filled with farmer snot launches and general cringing at the outside world. Yesterday I bagged it before going out the door.

Today, however, I attempted 10 miles and, feeling much better, I averaged 6:46/mile to assuage my fears of lost fitness. Bring on some tempo workouts, especially now that I have these. Snot rockets notwithstanding, I'm Feelin' It Again.