For the first Saturday in 8 weeks I didn't have an organized run so I slept in till 6:30am. First I checked my bs which was down to 138 from the worrisome 205 of last night. Must have been the 5 mini muffins I had at Sweet Tomatoes (blueberry and cranberry with walnuts are the best). I keep forgetting that despite running more than 40 miles a week I still can't have all the carbs I want.
Just because there was no race on the slate didn't mean I wasn't going running. So after reading a little more of John Grisham's The Testament and knocking back 3 mugs of coffee I embarked on a 10 mile run that took me through the Pittman Wash Trail and Sunset Park. Along the way I found a $5 bill so I figured I earned 50 cents per mile.
This morning I got a surprise phone call from childhood chum Mike Allen. We went to grade school and grew up together but I lost track of Mike in 1982. Well 23 yrs later he stops by Dad's house in Buffalo and gives me a call. Today he and his wife live in Boulder, Colo.
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