Just got back from my first tweleve mile run in years and I feel remarkably good. Time was a frankly shocking 1:44:18, so I did that in sub nine minute miles. Maybe a four hour marathon isn’t out of the question.
The run itself was through rock creek park, down around most of the mall and then up 16th street and home. Not much to report beside a motorcade going up 15th that had all the tourists freaking out and shouting Obama. I didn’t have the hear to tell them I’m pretty sure Barack is still over seas and the motorcade was about six cars too short for him. Most likely it was Reid or someone of that caliber. I see Biden’s motocade most days when it passes by my work and even his is way bigger than this one today.
On the logistics of the run, weather was perfect, not too hot, but I still felt a little woozy climbing the stairs to my apartment. I think I am going to have to start taking a gel somewhere around the ninety minute mark, especially when it starts to get really hot here.
Finally, I chatted for a while with a woman riding her bike who was wearing an Ironman Lake Placid jersey, she assured me that twelve miles in June meant I’d be fine come October. I hope she’s right.