Par

Monday night, 4.25 in 34 minutes.
Of course, the problem with the Mendoza line metaphor is that in baseball, you want to hit above the Mendoza line, and in running I want to be below it. Maybe golf is more apt, in which case I was right on par tonight (any faster and it would have been a sub-par run). Not that the speed really matters for these runs, but it's nice to feel a little spring in my step. Silas had a doctor's appointment this morning, which scrapped our run and led to my being at work late today. I ended up seeing him just as he was going to bed, and then headed out for a short run before eating. Nothing special - par, like I said. Came home and had a bowl of chili and some sweet potato pie. Yeah.

I was just going through my running log, which I keep in an Excel spreadsheet, and found that I missed commemorating Silas's 1000th mile. It was on July 31st, a 9 mile run with Deirdre. Here's my posting from that run.