Timing

Proudly, I did not have to sacrifice any of my runs to Mother Nature this week, despite an ice storm. I was able to switch around the days and run the longest of the cycle, 20 miles, a bit later in the day after the ice had melted. I think I timed it well. However, there were several times as I dodged fallen limbs and gently padded across icy sections that I wondered if I was crazy. Is this running a passion or obsession? In my estimation, passions are okay, obsessions are not.

In the wake of the 20-miler, once again, little or no muscle soreness, except my hips. Must be time for new shoes.

I haven't been good about the weekly confessional. Nothing confessed last week. Here's a confession: I really like disco. Who can sit still when there's a disco tune playing? My musical tastes are so unrefined. I can listen to classical music, but it's not my first choice.