Thursday, February 23, 2012


Yes, I'm back in the saddle again. It seems that every now and then the running gods strike me down, reminding me of something I've been known to say: there's nothing more miserable than a runner who cannot run. After the Jacksonville disaster, I took a week and a half off. I needed it. But Debbie would tell you that I was bouncing off the walls. Now the PF pain has subsided, at least enough to allow me to run a few miles yesterday and today. I don't know why the running gods do this to me. Do I get too 'uppity'? I do know this much: its a long road back. But at least I'm in the old saddle.

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