Running is going along. There is talk of signing up for another marathon, which would then serve as a training run for an ultra in February. I find all of this talk to be even more nonsense. The more likely scenario is that I sit on the couch and chug quarts of nine day old coagulated cheese spread. (Wait, was that an unpleasant visual? Replace cheese with chunky country gravy. There. Better.)
Keep on rocking and running. Just keep in mind I have no plans on listening to my own advice.
606 1.0 in 10:13
607 1.0 in 12:55