5.5 miles. Hood route. 42:24.
7:42 pace. I put my folks' Christmas stuff in the attic, and then went out. Not
as long as I wanted to go because of the very late start, but the pace felt
pretty good. Then I caught up on sleep.
I'm thinking that I will revise my short term running goals after
my next race. I can't see past Baton Rouge right now.
Also, January 9 marks 2 years of racing. It's one of those weird
anniversaries that only I care about. It has got me thinking about what I used
to think was possible, and how that has changed. I look at the (chubby?) guy in these pictures, and try to recall what was going through his head: