Maybe two five-mile runs in three days were too much. My legs remain dead sixty hours later. On the other hand, I'm obviously not attempting to adhere to any specific training protocol, so who cares? I walked the Levy Trail this morning from my maroon recliner to Camp Robinson and back in 1:26:36. I'd like to go a bit more tomorrow morning. At least ten. Perhaps a little more. We'll see. For now, I plan to eat, starting with a big pile of pancakes. That might help. It's hard to say. I felt a bit livelier walking three miles on the Levy Trail, in 47:40, late this afternoon, but I don't think the pancakes or lentils had had enough time to affect me.
OVERHEARD
"You too."
—said with a big, friendly smile, by a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy cranking out seven-minute miles on the gravel of the northern part of the Levy Trail this morning, after I said, "All right. Keep it up." He's the first real, fast runner I have seen on the trail
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