Smack Down

On Saturday, my workout worked me.  Please look at how bleary-eyed I am in this photo.  That's a delirious smile and check out the tangled janky hairdo (jealous much?).  This is what happens when 12 miles hands your butt to you on Saturday morning.  I wouldn't say I "ran" 12 miles as much as I "covered" 12 miles during my outing.  When I wanted to quit, I kept trying to focus on the fact that when you have an injury you would kill to just be out there giving 12 miles a try and that at some point in the summer, 12 miles is going to be a short run.  In any case, I did not die and that's a good start to any Saturday.

Craig has been struggling with achilles tendonitis.  I don't even know how to explain how hard it is to be injured.  There's the physical pain, of course, but much worse is the mental beating you take.  All you can think about is running ... and getting back to it ... and calculating how much the time off is costing you.  Craig is one of the most talented runners I know and seriously tough.  I'm sending him good wishes for a speedy recovery. 

Sunday was my dear friend Timmy's birthday.  He's been such an inspiration to me over the past couple of years.  He told me that he *might* train to run NYC again this year with us.  I'm hoping that by posting it here, it will make the whole idea ... more than a *might*.  I am his biggest cheerleader.  COME ON, TIMMY!