Today, I did a training run with two of the ladies in my group. I was scheduled to do 12, they were scheduled for 13. I did the full 13 with them, because, really, what is one more mile when you are past ten? Debbie took us out almost to Parnell Tower and met us at each mile along the way for SAG support. The wind was gusting pretty hard from the south, but we didn't really have to run into it.
We saw a rafter of turkeys (whoa! am I smart or what? No. Well, maybe a little. There is a website that has what all of the groups of animals are called) http://www.npwrc.usgs.gov/about/faqs/animals/names.htm
Or, it could be a gang of turkeys. Anyway, we saw this rafter/gang of turkeys on the way out and I was hoping that they had decided not to mess with us when we were running. They were gone by the time we ran past where we had caused them to scurry and fly. Strange birds. They look almost prehistoric. We saw a few dogs of course, no deer, a few cows. We scared one group and a couple of them took off running into their barn. One fell down, but scampered back to her hooves and made it to safety. I knew I was having a bad hair day, but not enough to scare cattle.
Debbie had admonished us to stick together and keep the pace easy and not push it. As a result, I felt like I could have kept going. At mile ten, I was itching to pick up the pace, but I knew how important it was to keep Kelly going. Chuck does it for me on our runs, so it was my turn to give back.
My shin splints (knock wood) seem to be gone. Debbie and I are going to work on a strength training regime since I am leery of plyometrics that entail jumping or the jumping into chataranga in ashtanga yoga. I hate to be a wimp, but if it hurts don't do it again.
Off for a bite to eat and a much deserved cold beer.
