I went running in the Metrodome last night. The plan was to do 4 or 5 miles at about 7 min./mile and then add slow miles to a total of 15. I felt good - for once - and did 4 in 26 minutes, with my heart rate climbing to where it told me I was racing, not really training the way I'd planned (don't expect me to be doing a marathon at the pace any time soon). I dropped the pace down to "nearly stopped" and had to make an emergency restroom stop at 10 miles (80 min.); I couldn't talk myself into doing the last 5 miles.
Goetzke teased me about watching the 1/2 marathon on Saturday instead of running it; I like to think I'm a little more choosey than "Mr. 100 races every year." I'll have to do a short road race this year to prove the point.
I ran briefly at the end with Kurt Decker and we're both happy about having run every day so far this year. I also ran with my cousin, Keith, who told me he's thinking about running the Superior Trail 50 Mile! Hey, it'll be a family reunion! Now I'm really thinking about that race in a warm fuzzy sort of way, which I hope lasts at least until I'm at the top of Carlton Peak that day.
(Oh, and my foot and ankle didn't hurt until I got home.)
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