2/25. 11 miles in 97. After two 20 milers, was nursing a bone bruise on my right heel. Happens all the time to me, so that's not the injury.
2/26. 11 miles in 98, some with Barb. Heard a red-winged blackbird. The males arrive, stake out a territory and call out loudly what a great lover they are and how badly they want sex. The females don't arrive for another three weeks. Just like every party I went to in college.
2/27. 11 miles in 97, with 5 times the Ohio Street Hill in 41 (HRav=142, pk=177). This was a failed benchmark workout. I was supposed to go up that hill, all-out, a dozen times, but needed to find a bathroom desperately and bagged the workout. Phillip says I should add what I learn from my runs - today I learned chocolate milk is a poor choice before a hard workout.
2/28. 4 in 31.5 In snow.
2/29. 4 in 35 In wind.
3/1. 25 in 3:44, HRav=125, pk=138. 10 times up the Mounds Hill. Did a lot of bird watching. Pigeons are cooing, which is a sign of spring. Robins are doing their spring call. The Mississippi was ice-free, so a bald eagle was doing some fishing. Saw a buteo, which took all 4 hours to determine it wasn't a red-tailed hawk, but a ferruginous; the underside of the tail wasn't pink, there wasn't a dark chest band, there were no tail bands and the underside was white, except for wing tips and dark legs. Yeah, the hill's getting a little dull.
3/2. 11.5 miles in 103, some with Pat Folman, some in freezing rain. Pat's finished the Superior 100 in a respectable time, so I was picking his brain for ideas on how to train for the rootfest that is the Superior Trail. That night, as I was taking out the trash, I slipped on the new ice and fell down the steps.
THATS how I got hurt. We'll see how badly soon enough.
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