The phone rang at 1245 this morning (that's the middle of the night). A 3rd grader who left school Friday to go home never arrived. Helicopters, search dogs and all the deputies were out looking for him all afternoon and night. At 1245 they called me to let me know they found him at a huge mall. How he got there will be an interesting story to hear, come Tuesday.
Four hours later my alarm rang. I had to get up, dress, eat and pack some Gatorade. By 530 I was at Jason's for a run. The wind was whipping at 25 mph and the temps were dropping by the hour. Starting at 55 degrees and dropping isn't too bad for many of you but the air is very wet down here and when the westerly wind blows it goes right through you.
We ran a shorter version of our course from last weekend. It ended up 13.2 miles. We only stopped twice for Gu and/or Gatorade. The stops ate up five minutes. Our net time was 2:06.30 for a 9:36 pace. For a training run with a lot of talking I was plenty happy. I don't like to talk much when running but Jason kept asking questions I had to answer. Maybe that's why I prefer to run alone. On a long run, a partner is tolerable to pass the time.
Thanks to 21st Century Mom I have settled on an expectation that I'll be right at 4 hours for the marathon. She touted the Yasso 800s as an indicator. My 800s are always right under/at 4:00.
Posted by David at 1/14/2006 02:31:00 PM