It's the Wednesday night running and beer crew, night ops style:
Every Wednesday night I run with the fine folks at the Haddonfield Running Company for seven miles through the mean streets of Haddonfield. A group of us formed an informal drinking club afterwards called Who's Up?, and we take turns bringing the beer each week.
But you're a passionate and savvy reader of this blog and already knew all of this.
Anyway, tonight I wasn't able to finish all seven miles. It's gotten to the point that seven miles is now my long run and I sometimes struggle to get it done. Tonight was one of those nights.
Altra stopped by and was kind enough to let us try on their shoes, but the cushion and extra toe box for which they are famed did nothing to push me through to the end. In the end, I had to chalk it up to a lackadaisical winter training regimen and just tell myself that it will get better.
In the meantime, there's always a post run beer, no matter the length of the run, to make everything better.
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| Photo courtesy Tom Cunningham |
Every Wednesday night I run with the fine folks at the Haddonfield Running Company for seven miles through the mean streets of Haddonfield. A group of us formed an informal drinking club afterwards called Who's Up?, and we take turns bringing the beer each week.
But you're a passionate and savvy reader of this blog and already knew all of this.
Anyway, tonight I wasn't able to finish all seven miles. It's gotten to the point that seven miles is now my long run and I sometimes struggle to get it done. Tonight was one of those nights.
Altra stopped by and was kind enough to let us try on their shoes, but the cushion and extra toe box for which they are famed did nothing to push me through to the end. In the end, I had to chalk it up to a lackadaisical winter training regimen and just tell myself that it will get better.
In the meantime, there's always a post run beer, no matter the length of the run, to make everything better.
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