Saturday Morning, Day 9

I can not believe I finished ten miles this morning. In decent shape even. I seem to have pulled a muscle in my left leg, however, specifically my calf. The after run stretches the group does didn't seem to get rid of it, so I'll have to watch it for a couple of days.

I often think about how normal people would be in bed at 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Here I am, in shorts and a T-Shirt, running, OK, run-walking, for ten miles at 6:00 a.m. There are many things I thought I'd never do, and that's one of them.

My brother is considering doing the L.A. Marathon with me. I have a bad knee and heel spurs; he has bad ankles. I told him he should join a group in OC like Boise RunWalk. His problem is that he works on Saturday mornings when most running groups get together. I found him two groups that meet Sunday mornings, one in Long Beach and one in Huntington Beach, both about 25 minutes from the house. He groaned, "But Sunday is the only day I get to sleep in! I need my eight hours!"

(Excuse me while I get sick...)

This is the same person who, when he has to be at work at 9:00 a.m., can stay up until 2:00 a.m. playing on the computer.

Well, I'm trying to get there. I feel good about my ten miles. But it's a big jump from ten to thirteen point one.