…yesterday I forgot to mention that Francis, my running partner, has again left me. This time he’s gone to the OC for work, and won’t return ’till Saturday morning. In his place, Andrew Rotta – a friend of mine from church – ran with me on yesterday’s 10 mile run. Afterwards, we met with a few other friends for ice cream at Lik’s, and I had the largest “single scoop” of ice cream I’d ever experienced (the flavor? Bananas Foster, and it was damn good.). In fact, it would have been a big double in most cases.
But today I was running alone again. I went for 12 miles this afternoon on a double loop through City Park. I stopped back by the apartment mid-way through for a Powebar brand gel and some Gatorade, and I felt really good as I finished. I have no idea what my time was yesterday or today – no watch, no iPod – but I’m guessing both runs were in the 7:45 mile pace neighborhood.
