I did a little over 5 miles this evening and still no pain in the calf. I'm not necessarily the most social guy around, but I have grown to enjoy seeing tons of people I know out running and riding. Most days I can be running and out of nowhere I hear my name yelled out, I guess that's being part of a community. I'm going to miss that when I move.
What? Yes, I'm moving. To the middle of nowhere, where you'd think the running would be great, but sadly it's not. I will no longer be able to just step outside and run. There's a 3 mile road between me and good running. Why can't I run down this road you ask? Because of the pack of feral dogs that patrol it, and I assume, eat any runner that decides to venture down it.
You're probably also going to ask why I would choose to move to this place where the dogs are feral and the running is a challenge? Well...that's a topic for another post.
Well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess that it has to do with the lady friend. :) I do remember the post about getting lost when you were there in the middle of nowhere. Yay for the life change. We will MISS YOU around these parts, but I'm sure you will still race with all of us, right?
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