"Happy Thanksgiving!" I say to Gayatri Datta when she comes to her front door. Then I cruise down the street a couple of blocks and greet Ken Swab likewise. Ken has a pack of runners at his place celebrating a late-morning brunch after the local YMCA-sponsored Turkey Trot. They're amused when I venture inside only to refill water bottles. My mission: put a few brisk test miles onto the old legs after the 2012-11-17 - Stone Mill 75k ultra last weekend. Half an hour later, "Ow!" I say out loud several times. After mile 10 the left metatarsals ache badly. Are thick socks to blame? Perhaps the bones of the foot are slightly squeezed? Back at home post-circuit, "Yay!" I say when, for the first time in ages, a number less than "140" appears on the digital scale display. Not much less, mind you, and it's clearly due to dehydration, but still perhaps it's a small sign of progress. Later today I make up for it with (vegetarian) Thanksgiving Day dinner in Brunswick MD with family friends. Runkeeper thinks I've done a third of a mile farther than the Garmin GPS; both are off a bit after going through the CCT tunnel in Bethesda.
^z - 2012-12-13