I lost track of the time. Not really. I was just dawdling, watching YouTube and I got into this video that turned out to be twenty-five minutes long, so that when I looked up it occurred to me that I should have left to go running five minutes ago.
No biggie. I knew the route: Tuesdays meant tempos, tempos meant the little lake, the lake was closer to run to than actually driving to catch up.
So… I was running a bit late, arrived a bit early, and then when we all converged at the start of the tempo-stretch, standing beside the lake in the sun looking down along a busy trail littered with goose poop, we charged up and ran some hard threshold work: thirty-six minutes of fast.
That niggling soreness was gone & the calves were still a bit tight… but that’s to be expected.
And after not-quite-eight klicks I looked at my monthly total: less than two klicks short of two-hundred in April. I guess I can’t hang up my shoes for this month yet.