Good Times

Saturday I met up with Al's Ship of Fools to at least start off the fifteen I needed to do that day. Gretchen joined me. We started at a slowish pace due to some knee trouble that we didn't want to test too much. After the first water stop under the Mopac bridge, where Allen joined the two of us, we started to pick up the pace. I wonder if it had something to do with the conversation. Sometimes when you have conversations when you run you can lose yourself in that and your legs move to their own beat, not so bad I'd say. Well these legs were determined to keep up with Gretch and Allen. I never felt like I pushed to hard, my breathing was regular and not labored. It was just a longer stride that I'm trying to get myself a little more used to and what better time with good company who push me? We finished the ten mile loop in record time for me and then Gretch and I ran the last bit somewhat slower, I felt great knowing I felt faster and indeed the clock showed it. It was definitely good times that morning.