Sick Disposition

Sometimes, you just have a sick disposition.  Sometimes, you just need to move.

I managed my first multi-mile, multi-minute run since my hip injury.  Last night I clocked 2.2 miles in 22 minutes, with no stops.  My previous best was five minutes of running (during rehab) so this is a major step.  I headed out for my run at 8pm too, which was a suprise.  Fiance wondered why I was going; I told her the truth:  I'm scared shitless of my upcomming race.

This morning I knocked out 2400 meters in the pool at masters.  I could have done the last 600 for 3k, but had to get to work.  Next week, perhaps.  I'm feeling good.  Time to go hike some granite.