... and stop screwing around with technology trinkets.
You will notice the absence of my signature masthead: me, or someone who looks like he could be me, running on the beach with the Watch Hill lighthouse in the background. I thought I could play with colors and add a few changes to the blog. Lo and behold, it required "updating the template" which I did and thereafter lost my personalized look. I tried to paste in the code Runner Susan gave me but it did not work like I could only hope. Screwed again.
P.S. My preferred laptop died again.
Running. Meanwhile I am running like a madman. Mad I am at technology. Fast I am at running. I did 16 miles this morning with just a handful of folks - Dave, Jane and Chris, with Seth joining in at mile 5. Without the usual array of slow pacers in the early miles we reached the 4 mile water stop two minutes faster than usual. That was 30 seconds a mile faster.
Jane and Dave turned off at mile 5 while Seth dropped in with me and Chris for the last 11. Seth pushed me to keep a hard pace which I sustained all the way to the end, zipping up hills to boot.
The 16 went down in 2:25:42 which is a remarkable 9:06 pace. If I keep this up I could be very happy in Atlanta six weeks from right now. Let us only hope.
When I came home I held my breath and jacked up my shorts as I stood in the chilly pool water for 15 minutes to promote muscle healing. At the same time, I was wishing for lifeboats to appear from Dallas to restore my blog dignity.