First let me tip my cap (which I did not wear today with the high 70s temps) to all the "Goofy" runners out at Disney who actually completed and survived the double run of yesterday's half marathon and today's full marathon. It's bloody hot here. Those that do them both are called Goofys. This was not the year to enjoy a Goofy.
I went to the Track Shack yesterday to register for a 5K in two weeks. The place was packed. They had some shoes on sale too. What!? My Kayanos $40 off? I bought a pair and took them out for a four mile run to break them in. It was 80 degrees. Phew. I just went really slowly.
Last night I ate way too well. A dozen mussels and a salmon dinner at the Key West-themed restaurant down at the Gaylord Palms Resort where Mrs. T's brother is attending the NCAA meetings. I had some high octane liquour after dinner with my key lime pie. Those last two stuck with me overnight.
Overnight was too short. I got up at 600 so to be at Park Avenue at 700. There was a crowd today. Six runners showed up. It was, again, hot - in the 70s. I managed to persevere and cover 15.3 miles in 2:30 but when I got home I was both sleepy and cramping slightly in my calves. I haven't quite recovered. I am wrung out.
For those of you that follow college football, the buzz in these parts is all about tomorrow night's national championship game and the Florida Gators. All the experts say they have no chance. I say, "Don't be surprised when the Gators make it interesting."