I told you so.
3 miles. 42 minutes. 14:00 pace.
Shamefully slow, but I did it. I could feel my muscles relearning the stride and rhythm.
This is the first run where I felt I might actually die. People around here are still trying to drive in the bike lane (where I run and bike). This time it was a huge, blue Dodge pickup that didn’t swerve out of the way when I waved but kept coming closer. Eventually I hopped onto the sidewalk, stopped, cursed and stomped my ineffectual foot; she swerved at the last minute and waved. Argh!
