Fueled by coffee and a Clif Bar, inspired by a story I read in the New York Times , and motivated by the two pounds I somehow gained since yesterday, I venture out at dawn to circle the periphery of the parking areas at work. Cars are driving worse than usual but my eye-searing lime-green HAT Run shirt deters most of them from threatening me. Pace descends from ~9.7 ⇒ ~8.5 min/mi. The left heel's plantar fasciitis is troublesome for the first half mile, after which left hamstring tightness takes over.
^z - 2011-03-29