- Attention DC residents: I’ll be racing the “Men Run After The Women” 5k next Saturday, August 27th. I’ll be visiting my sister, and this is her running group’s graduation race. It’s also her birthday weekend. What better way to celebrate than a 5k? I’m feeling like I might be speedy, and the course is described as flat and fast. The cool thing is, because the men and women race separately, we’ll be able to see each other cross the finish line. What the hell, let’s say 18:15. I like how both numbers on each side of the colon are divisible by three.
- I logged a tempo run and a long run this week, with a bunch of fun miles logged in my legs only. Questions for the No Mile Left Undocumented supporters: how often do you look back at your running history to extrapolate meaningful data? How confident are you in your ability to find patterns that actually exist, rather than find the patterns you want to see?
- I’ll be reviewing a pair of Branca Sandals next week. Spoiler alert: I like ‘em! Shoot, that was going to be the review.
- Speaking of sandals, the Invisible Shoes continue to be a treat. Since I’m an affiliate now and make a little coinage every time someone clicks the link on the sidebar and makes a purchase, I suppose you shouldn’t believe a word I say. But, you never did believe the words clickity clackitying forth from my fingers, did you? Good, as it should be. Anyway, I feel like my feet are stronger for spending the day running around on gravel wearing such sweet nothings. Plus, the tan lines are cool.
- Now that I’m Cmr. Josh (Chocolate milk representative), I purchased a half gallon for my fellow runners who meet at a Panera for a post-long run face stuffing contest. The chocolate milk was a hit.
- Last week I was loitering at Off’n Running when in walks a runner I know from races. He had been experimenting with this barefoot fad you may have heard about. I may or may not have had something to do with that. He was there to buy regular running shoes after coming down with a case of Plantar Fasciitis for his efforts. I felt bad, since I’m all “do it! It’s awesome!” all the time. Then he introduces me to the lovely lady he walked in with, the one whose eyes turned to fiery laser beams upon introduction. That would be his wife. “So you’re the jerk who broke my husband’s feet?” she said telepathically. Being the coward I am, I ran.