After those fun long runs at Vermont and MMD, I am fully recovered and ready to get serious... or at least, semi-serious...about my training. There, I said it, training, as opposed to running, romping, and joyously frolicking through the woods. Believe me, there was nothing joyous about yesterdays fast paced five miler on a paved exercise path in 85 degrees of high humidity while sucking frantically at the air trying to get enough oxygen to my brain to stay conscious and moving. The only joy I had was near the end when two elderly women on bicycles came up from behind and chatted away the last mile with me. They were very sweet. I especially liked the one that said, "your gait is just beautiful! You look like you could run in the Olympics!" I probably should have answered, "and you two look like you're ready for the Tour De France!" But all I could do was muster up a weak smile.
Today will be 4 miles of Fartlek after work. It promises to be just as hot, humid, and painful as yesterday's experience. I should have set up a run/ride date with those two old gals for today. I need all the help I can get.