Change of Pace

Me and the blog, that is. As you can see, I've finally figured out some of the finer points of movable type template configuration and I apologize if it's a little day-glo bright, but I'm a big fan of this particular color combination. The bulk of the old blog is slowly getting transferred over one post at a time, but I can't imagine I have a huge readership for whether I had a cold or shin splints or a pr back in June of 2004 or February of 2005. And if you really are curious, it'll all get reposted sooner or later. It's really just to have for myself anyway, as my own personal record of my post-30's running renaissance.

As for me, there's a good chance I'll hit 60 miles this week and aside from the expected nagging fatigue, it feels pretty good. Just don't bump my shins or I'm likely to swear bloody murder and punch you in the mouth. Next week is an easy one, thank goodness, capped off by a 10K in which, despite my best intentions, I've decided I'm unlikely to break 40. I just don't have enough speed work under my belt and my body just doesn't feel up to it. Occupational necessity dictates that I'll be running it right after finishing up two overnight shifts in a row, but odds are that all my natural physical rhythms will be sorely out of whack.

Having said that, I still feel like I'm in an excellent state of fitness and with any luck, am pretty confident that I'll post something quicker than 42:00.