Running. I can't remember the last time I ran in "precipitation". It's just not in my nature to put up with that but I felt compelled to keep up with training so that I don't have a really bad month of mileage. It wasn't that bad out. A misty drizzle. 70 degrees. 400% humidity. I ran at an increasingly higher heart rate through the course of the 4 mile run. I could tell the difference in my legs that comes from taking a 2 day break between runs vs. the usual every other day break. The legs and everything else are just a tad stronger. I use the same strategy before races and I guess there's some validity to it. I ran a quick 32.35 pace and felt fantasic afterwards.
Busing. I don't know about you guys but I love public transportation. It's cheaper than a limo driver and I can get so much done when some else is driving. While West Point boy is off with the car somewhere on spring break I have to resort to bumming rides or taking the bus. I like mixing in with that crowd. While waiting for the bus the other night a 9th grader was sitting on a bench with me and asked me what I do. I told him I worked for the school system and the next thing I know he's giving me all the details about his school history and telling me how he wants to get back in school even though he hasn't been in school since December. I took all his info and will try to bring another lost lamb back into the flock.
PT. My physical therapy with Tracey ended today. She went on vacation and my shoulders feel much better for all she did over the last four weeks. I have pretty good range of motion and can almost sleep on my left side again. The pain has subsided and I have a healthier respect for what needs to be done on my off-running days. Gosh, I think I have a daily routine to worry about now: one day run; next day stretch and stength train. Wow. I'll be like the rest of you soon.
Baseball. Spring training fest is teed up for me this weekend. I'll be going to St Pete for my choice of games with the Yankees, Reds, Pirates, Blue Jays, Devil Rays and Phillies. The PGA Bay Hill Classic is in town but I'd rather head closer to the beach.