I planned to go 20 miles, but stopped at 16, after two tours of the Park Hill Loop and one of the Gimblett, plus the first mile of the Gimblett. I didn't feel awful when I quit, but was headed that way; maybe it's best I save the torture for three weeks from today. I did the 16 in 3:08:46, with splits of 11:50, 12:02, 11:36, 11:29, 11:24, 11:52, 12:15, 11:46, 11:48, 11:24, 11:38, 12:19, 11:23, 11:58, 11:25, and 12:39. That's a 5:09:20 marathon pace; My new over-under for the Little Rock Marathon is 5:22.
A dog bit me, sort of; a 60-70 pound short-haired black dog with a brown mask. It wasn't truly a bite, I don't think, more of a hard, bare-toothed bump. Without any signs of anger or fright, no barks, he charged, circled behind me and rammed a tooth into the left calve, as if someone swatted me with a switch. I have a mark similar to a Hash mark, maybe a half-inch measured vertically and a tenth of an inch wide. I could feel a small flap of skin blowing the last five miles as the wound bled into my sock.
Late this afternoon, I walked about two miles around and near the movie theatre off Col. Glenn Road with Walt Webb. I got lost and got there late, but it was nice to walk easily with Walt, and then eat a shit load of Lacey's chili; and show off my dog bite.
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