One Hour-Six Minutes.

The photo was taken during this morning run. The geese were out and in flight. I was staring up at the sky. Trying not to slip on the icey path.

10K. After my new shoes have reduced me to hobbling around town for the last 2 weeks, with a sore left ankle. I left them behind and grabbed my old woren down shoes. Much better. Memories fill these shoes where the support has been woren down.

6 Celcius. Normally the morning drive to the Group Training Session is all gray and hazy then it clears and there is wonderful sun. Not today. In the last 2K I was colder then when I started. Luckly the run through the valley protected from the harsh wind.

Coffee afterwards. The barista made a wonderful design on my latte. Made my day. Steph my run coach looked at my ankle. It's not a strain but a pressure point. Advised me to take my new shoes in and have them stretched. The flat feet have been passed down from my Dad so I also bought some new insoles for arch support. Hopefully these new stretched shoes will work since I coughed up 140 for them.

I feel wonderful. The last 10K GTS ruined me. This time, I took my pace behind Tracy and Toni watching their ponytails swing in unison. At 8K I was ready to give it and pick up my pace. Normally I'm dead and burn out by 9K. Not today, I had to hold back from sprinting to the end. I guess I have done too many races It's hard to get that mentallty out of my mind.

Off to clean my room and move my bed,
Mathew John