Three and counting...

I'm up to three pain-free runs and counting. That's the good news. The bad news is that I'm out o shape. The best I can hope is:

A. I gain some unfair competetive advantage from finding a harmonic rhythm to the jiggle and my pace. Think "Perpetual Motion"

B. I obtain an anti-gravity suit (though none are listed on e-bay or Craigslist at the moment).

C. I accept that I'm going to feel like I'm running through waist-deep, wet cement for 26.2 miles and wimper as runners from the 30-minute-delayed second wave overtake me.

Special thanks to Cameron Yee for meeting me midday on Saturday for my "long" run and for tolerating my pace. 

Back to the wheel...