Ooch. Ouch. Ummm. Okay.

My sister blew into town last night to speak to a major defense contractor today. So we put her up and she took us out to dinner. Local college boy joined us and coyly explained a few of the secrets of college life. He managed to avoid speaking loud enough in my direction because he fears what I will do with any such knowledge. Little does he know that I know he had some trouble finding his way back to his dorm room recently and ended up lodging in a sorority house. Needless to say, I am waiting for just the right moment to cross examine him on the subject. Mercifully, I will do so when his mother is not around and more likely when his peers are. As Mrs. T says: I am a rascal.

Last night Mrs T took her "teddy bear" to bed to optimize the get-to-sleep experience. That involved putting the adorably cute male terrier under the covers next to her pillow within hugging distance. Knowing how he snarls when I try to evict him from bed I let him be when I went to bed. He had left me enough room that it was not a big issue.

On the other hand, when I rolled over their way about 2:45 I had way too much dog smell to contend with and I became agitated and very awake. After an hour of that I scooped his cute little butt up and put him in the chair where he belongs. It took another 30+ minutes for me to figure out how to go back to sleep.

When 6 a.m. came around I was supposed to get up and go run 12x400 in our version of icy cold (mid 40s with a wet wind making it feel much colder). Despite the urge to roll over I was not going to look bad to my sister.

I was creaky and stiff, just like I was after the 22 miles on Sunday. It took a mile warm up and two quarter laps to loosen up enough to be in the zone. No speed records seem to come after a looooong run. Ever notice that?
1:55-1:50-1:46-1:48-1:44-1:48-1:45-1:45-1:46-1:45-1:47-1:42. At least I finished fast.