Or, Earache my eye! Awoke in the Real World this morning, having spent the last couple of days in a Separate Reality. Thanks to Dr. DiParma at THINK for the painless extraction yesterday, Linda sings your praises. I, on the other hand remember nothing from roughly 7 until 7. Missed the harrowing morning rush hour trip through flood waters and piles of hail and crazy city drivers. My dear sweet Linda, thanks for taking good care of your man.
Ran a good 6.5 miles this morning to purge the last of the groggy. At the long end of my spectrum right now. But I’ve been introducing some semblance of speed work into my limited training. Enjoying it too. Six months ago I thought I’d never run again. Life is good.
I’ll be headed to the All City Meet today. Sending Giddyup vibes to Sam Runde from the stands.
I find this a very interesting circle. I wear you out with Jim McLatchie stories (Sean Wade, etc, etc.) This one long in the making. Sylvia Mosqueda was a top studette back in the 90s and early oughts, coached by the man. She has returned to running after a many year hiatus. And just minted a new 1500 meter 50+ American Record in 4:50.12.
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