5 miles in :41

I barely went out in the heat during my week with family in Florida, and with my running shoes on the opposite coast, running wasn't even a temptation. I did happen to step on a scale for the first time in a few months, and let's just say that I learned what happens when I eat like I'm training for a marathon and run like I'm training for a 10K*. My twin vices had been balancing themselves pretty well for the last couple of years, but 9 months at 20+ miles a week isn't cutting it right now. I'm going to work at keeping my mileage over 30 miles a week, and maybe try eating like a normal person** for a while.

Anyhow, I'm back in Berkeley now, and I took Silas out for an easy 5 this morning to pick up bagels and some milk for C's tea. The red sun had made its way across the country to visit us on the West Coast. The air was cool, in the mid 60s at 7:30, and the air was hazy from some local wildfires. I had been hoping that the week off would be good for my right ankle that has been bothering me for over 2 months now, and indeed I was able to run without any twinges. Today at least.

*a slow 10K.

**This might actually be a terrible idea, but I'll try to use some common sense.