|No, they don't sound like this. These shoes just sound like, "squeak, sqeak," from my orthotics.|
Which is, of course, synonymous with bad-assery.
A couple of weeks ago, I had nine miles on the schedule, and I was all excited to go to Burke Lake and hit it up for a couple of laps (it's handily 4.5 miles around).
|In case you ever want to run there. Restonpaths.com printed this handy map.|
And then last week was a drop back week, which I did on the treadmill because my teenager indicated she wanted to go to the gym with me, and who's going to say no to that?
So it was with no small trepidation that I headed out for today's ten miler. And it worked out fine. The weather was in the 30's and drizzly, very comfortable, the people in cars were courteous, and I even got to high-five my favorite track and field athlete (the teenager across the street, whom I've known since he was five) when I had about a mile left. It's funny how things work out.