No plans to run today until charming comrade Stephanie pings me; she's back from a long class and I'm about to go away to class for many days, so this is our chance. We do the usual two laps along the winding paved path through the woods, mostly accompanied by my monologue summary of the weekend's Andiamo ultramarathon. After the first marked mile of 10:47 I insist on a faster second, and Stephanie obliges with 8:40, plus or minus since I miss hitting my stopwatch "split" button by a few seconds. We're both out of breath after the blitz.
^z - 2010-10-22