Yesterday was Valentines Day, and we had five couples go to a “World Marriage Day Dance.” I drove three of the couples in our van, and held myself to 1 glass of wine. The people who went with us are all in my wife’s triathlon club, and there were 2 Ironman, 7 marathon competitors and 5 triathletes. Plus, I liked that all of us were married between 15 and 25 years.
One of the guys with us last night also had to do a long run this morning, and I told him I was “running 13 miles at 8:15, starting at 7:15 (am)”. Expecting a late night, he kept on trying to talk me into “running 8:15 at 8:15 (am).” But I had already committed to Alan that we would start at 7:15. I got to bed by 11:30, so it wasn’t too bad, except I had to drive a little bit to get to our starting point. We ran an out and back through hilly forest preserve trails (so we did the same hills both ways). The finish was going up some hills, but I think I finished pretty strong, with the last mile well under an 8 minute pace.
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