day 18

knee better, the track workout that wasn't on the track seems to kill it. Sure the hills + increased speed didn't help.

Core training last night went very well. Almost a tutorial, only 2 of us showed. The trainer injured her back, so I ended up the guinea pig.

St.Francis this am, nice to run it without knee reminding me of my mortality.

Prolly goin' into nyc to do the number/bib pickup thing. We'll see how the day shakes out.

Back to Toxichouse last night after the Y, Keith sleeping. Rough life. What slays me is the wasted days. It drives 50+ miles to hang with a friend, ditches him. Such is his summer vaca. Yet we have this bogus Avon "live, laugh love," "a neat kitchen is a sign of..." bullshit hanging everywhere. Keith first made the observation of "don't you need a trailer to decorate like this?" Who's son is he???

The NYC half is one of those milestone runs: takes you back over the years to when we were a team, a group, more cohesive. Until folk got wrapped up in their own corners of earth, forgetting what once brought us all together. Another reason I love the AP peeps: through it all, we're there. It's awfully reassuring.