Not even down my block when I notice how sore my right hamstring feels. I figure it's a combination of missing 5 days worth of runs, it being a little bit cold, and let me remind everyone, that I am 50 years old.
I struggle up to Broadway Ave, and at mile 1, my knees, shins, and hips are asking me "Why are you doing this". Again, I mentally take note, and try not to think about it.
This day in history"The embattled Chinese Communists break through Nationalist enemy lines and begin an epic flight from their encircled headquarters in southwest China. Known as Ch'ang Cheng—the "Long March"—the retreat lasted 368 days and covered 6,000 miles, nearly twice the distance from New York to San Francisco."
By the time I made it to mile 2, I felt like one the Chinese who retreated and covered 6000 miles. So, maybe an exaggeration, but I turned for home none the less. What the heck, might I be suffering from muscle aches, and pains due to a low grade fever. I am still congested, and am thinking now that I might have a sinus infection.
Back home from my run, which was a sluggish 4 miles in 40 minutes. A hot meal and shower and a couple of advil for good measure and off to work I go.
Dinner was a perennial favorite. Chicken Tikka. We watched some TV until the debate came on. I went up to my room to watch. I just don't know what to believe anymore, and the more I watch, listen and read, the more conflicted I get.
A shot of Tequila toward the end of a marathon debate (I score it 50/50). I fall asleep before the wife and kids come upstairs.
Photo of the day "Worst Run Ever"
I will be at it again tomorrow.
Magic Number is down to 256