Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Running hills at the Stanford Dish

Being a Pittsburgh gal, I'm used to being able to walk out the front door and run hills.  Pittsburgh is pretty much up hill both ways, and it takes effort to find flat places to run.  And since I'm pretty much as lazy as they come, I end up running hills.  Sometime last year I decided it was taking way too much effort for me to hate hills, so I decided I should just learn to like them.  So I did.  I went from a card carrying member of the Hills Suck club to someone who actively seeks out hilly routes.  And this strategy paid off when I set PR's in both the 10k and the half marathon on courses with significant hills.  They also had significant descents, which is part of what makes running hills worthwhile.

Since we've relocated to the Bay Area, I've been whining about the lack of hills in my immediate vicinity.  It's not that there aren't hills, clearly there are.  San Francisco is made of hills.  I did the Nike Women's Marathon a few years ago and the hills were definitely there.  But where we live, it's pretty flat.  I haven't changed the gear on my bike yet, that's how flat it is.  So friends helpfully recommended a few different places I could run and I've been slowly checking them out.  The week before last, I took my 3 year old with me and checked out the Stanford Dish.  If you look at this badboy on Google Maps, you can see it starts with people walking up hill.  So yes, hills.  I strapped my little one into the jogger and away we went at the speed of a glacier.  I'm not entirely convinced many of the hills are runnable, especially with the jogger, and it was a lot of me huffing and puffing while he yelled "I thought we were going to be RUNNING, mommy!" and "I don't really think this is very fast, mommy!"  Some of the passersby got a good laugh out of him.  I would have laughed, too, had I not been gasping for breath and afraid I was going to bust a lung.  So the way we went, and it's a loop so you have your choice of straight uphill or slight downhill, and we went straight uphill, it kind of crests at the top, FINALLY, and the view is pretty damn cool.
You can't really see it in the photo, but you can see the San Francisco bay off in the distance.  And if your eyes are keen, Stanford University.
It looked like we were at the top of the world, and we kind of were, since I think it was pretty safely the highest point around.  I think this wasn't even a mile into the run, and we spent the next 3ish miles mostly going down, with some rolling hills in there.  Some of those "rolling" hills were steep enough that I couldn't run them with the jogging stroller.  If you've run down hills with a jogger, you know that there's a very real element of danger involved and you have to be conservative (and if you dig an element of danger in your runs, by all means, borrow a jogger, fill it with about 30lbs of sandbags, find a really steep hill, and have at it).  If you just floor it, you risk the jogger getting away from you (with your precious snowflake strapped into it) AND pulling you along with it since you've got your wrist looped into the safety strap.  The jogger is heavy, and wheeled, and it *will* pull you down along with it.  So that hand break comes in really handy. And sometimes on really steep hills, you just can't run with it, it's just not possible.  Adding to the excitement, we saw a fair amount of wildlife.  Also, near the end, a woman stopped me, fairly alarmed, and told me she had seen a "HUGE" coyote not far away, and suggested we stick to the far side of the path.  I'm not sure what that extra 3 feet was supposed to do if the coyote decided it wanted to eat us, but we didn't see it anyway, so it's all good.  At the end of our 3.5+ miles, I was pretty sweaty, and my youngster was pretty bored and demanding snacks, so we called it a success.
Look!  We saw some deer!  It was just like wild kingdom.  I didn't get a picture of the fluffy fat ground squirrels, but my god they were adorable.
The second time I set out to run the Stanford Dish, I wisely left my youngster at daycare and took to the road myself.  This time I found parking easily (I'll spare you the saga of my search for parking the first time - let's just say there was a lot of me cursing and a lot of the small fry yelling "Why don't you PARK already!" and "Why aren't you DRIVING!  We're just SITTING HERE!" while we sat at red lights), started my Garmin, and away I went.  This time I took the path that went downhill to start, because I figured the more steady ascent would be a better prep for Big Sur than the super mega steep crazy hills that I'd pushed the jogger up.  Rest assured, there were still some crazy hills, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I'm confidant that I'll get my pace up after I've done it a few more times.  I got to run DOWN the super mega steep crazy hills this time, and it was pretty hard to run down them.  The road was slightly slick from it having rained (horray for rain!  There's a pretty major drought going on here, and that's nothing to laugh about) and I was afraid I was going to slip, so it was pretty pathetic.  And, even more pathetically, I was so concerned about running downhill and being careful that I missed the exit and went almost a mile around the loop a second time before I realized it and then had to go back.  I finished up with around 2 miles on the really awesome bike trail on Stanford Road.  It was gorgeous, asphalt, not on the road, shaded, and so damn pretty.  With the birch trees and wooden fences it reminded me a lot of running in Sweden, which is a very nice thing.  No sightings of wildlife this time, not even the ground squirrels were out.  Or maybe I was too busy trying to keep a decent pace that I just didn't notice.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

The music I run with

I gave up running with headphones when we were in Sweden maybe 4 years ago and I was running on scary small roads and trails where it really was important that I be able to hear what was going on around me.  After three weeks of that, I kind of got used to things and I haven't really missed it all that much.

Science tells us that there are some good reasons to run with headphones (and Runner's World writes about it frequently).  It can make the miles pass faster, which is especially important on long tedious runs.  It can keep your tempo up as you keep beat with the music, and some studies have shown that people who exercise with music have a higher rate of exertion over time than those who don't (plus, the exertion feels less, so that's a plus, too).  However, the safety concerns are huge, and losing the control of really being able to think about your breath and cadence can be significant, it depends on the kind of runner you are.  Since I went through my Pilates certification a couple of years ago, I've become pretty darn geeky about running and form, so I was glad that I'd already learned to live without the headphones.  When I was transitioning my stride from a heavy heel strike to a midfoot strike, paying attention to what I was doing was hugely important and I think it went as well as it did because I didn't have music to distract me.

So what goes on in my head, then, since I don't have music when I run outside?  I do miss having NPR in my ear during early morning runs - I can vividly remember hearing about the first reports of the Arab Spring when I was running cold and seemingly endless laps around the Highland Park Reservoir - but overall, I like the freedom of not having anything in my pockets, or headphones constantly slipping out of my ears.  I've found that now that I have to create my own music, I spend a lot of time going through my loop of songs in my head.  Some days I'm stuck on Lady Gaga or Madonna, some days it's some horrendous song the kids are singing all the time.  Yesterday it was "December, 1963" by Frankie Vallie, which was featured on Sunday's episode of Sherlock.  When I run hills, it's frequently the theme from Game of Thrones, though lately it's been the "How He Did It" theme from Sherlock (yes, I'm pretty obsessed, I'm not ashamed).  I've taken the time to plot out conversations I need to have, or to think of ideas for books I want to write, or things I want to talk to The Husband about.  It's nice to have the time to just think if I want to, or turn on my mental jukebox and spin to whatever comes up, like a musical free association.

On the treadmill, all bets are off.  Plug me in, I have no shame.  If I have the option to watch a movie or TV, I'm there.  Otherwise, I'll set my phone to random, use the running mix I've made, or use that Audible membership I should make more use of.  I have a very nice pair of Yur Buds that work great for not falling out of my ears, but one of my cats is quite fond of them so I don't use them all that much because I tend to forget about them, leave them out, and then the cat eats them.  It's a bad cycle.

Are you headphone-free or do you love your iPod like no other?  What plays either in your head or on your player when you're running?

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Running on the Left Coast

Since my last post in May, lots of stuff has happened.  I *FINALLY* set a new 10k PR (that thing had stood for way too long), which is awesome, and after a few months of single parenthood, we all find ourselves reunited in California for the next few months.

Make no mistake, single parenting sucks.  I stayed behind in Pittsburgh with the kids so that they could do a semester of school at their regular school, we could tie up loose ends, figure out what to do with the house and the cats, etc.  The Husband came out to CA and worked.  I definitely think he got the sweeter end of the deal and think I have some PTSD from my foray into single parenting, but it's all good now.  My hat is off to my friends who are single parents for any reason, there is not a single thing fun about it.  I told The Husband that if anything happened to him I'd probably marry the first guy I could get to ask me just so that I wouldn't have to take care of the kids alone.  I have nothing good to say about it other than thank god it's over.

A side effect to the single parenting is that I didn't get to run a whole lot, or do a whole lot of anything else, so I gained a few pounds and feel like I might have lost some fitness.  But since we've been out here in lovely California, I've had a chance to get back to things, do yoga again, Pilates again, and get in some quality runs. The weather is awesome, especially compared to the polar vortexes (I'm actually not sure if that's the plural of vortex or not!) they're dealing with back in the 'burgh.  Though I am missing out on bragging rights for having survived what sounds like the Winter from Hell, I'm kind of ok with that.  It's dry out here (they're into year three of a drought), and we are in an area where it is pancake flat, to the point that you feel it when there is a very slight change in elevation.  It's both amusing and frustrating.  I've come to love the hills because they give my runs variety, so I am frequently bored to tears while I'm running here.  There is a decent paved trail nearby, but I learned the hard way that it needs to be run strategically, or else I end up with no shade running next to the stinky San Francisco Bay (which is stinky because the water is so low, the salt marshes are just drying out and stinking the place up).  So some adjustment is having to happen.

The Husband and I signed up for the Big Sur Marathon at the end of April, so I've been training for that.  If you know anything about Big Sur, you'll know that it is not pancake flat, so there's problem number one.  I am, at heart, a lazy girl, and I dislike having to drive to run.  I run because I don't want to have to drive somewhere!  Back in Pittsburgh I can run up as many hills as I want within a quarter mile of my house.  So having to budget time to drive somewhere to run, and carry my own water, which makes me feel kind of stabby, is a mental hurdle I have to get over.  My friends out here think I'm a little crazy, and the San Francisco Bay area is not known for being devoid of hills, but I'm not used to having to drive to find them, and believe me, it is FLAT where I am.  Weirdly weirdly flat.  So my goal for this weekend is to find some hills to run on.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Pittsburgh Half Marathon

Inexplicably, I've been getting faster.

People say things like that, and then it turns out they've been doing speedwork and lifting weights and running more and blah blah blah.  I've been running less, drinking more wine, and gained 3 lbs.  But, apparently, it's been magical, because without more than benign neglect, I've gotten faster.  The minor break wasn't really well thought out.  I was working more, nursing the same old achilles injury that's plagued me on and off since Columbus, and just really lazy.  So apparently there is something to the whole "run less, run faster" idea.

Heartened by my newfound speed, I decided to actually set a goal other than "finish and not die" for the Pittsburgh Half Marathon.  I talked to The Husband and decided that I wanted to PR and beat my previous 2:08 best, which I'd set back in 2009.  Having not been training, he decided that he could keep a 9:30 pace and pace me for the race.  "I hope you know, I'm going to keep that pace," he told me before the race.  Meaning, he'd leave my slow ass behind if I couldn't keep up.  Ouch.

We showed up nice and early, this year remembering our debit cards so we could pay for parking (A short aside - last year, we got to the parking garage only to realize we hadn't bought any money.  Since The Husband was running the full marathon and mile 20 is a block from our house, I told my mom to bring the kids to mile 20 to watch and hand The Husband his debit card so we could get out of the parking garage.  He says our oldest son ran out to give him the debit card, then ran a block or two with him.), and all seemed to  be going well.  They had kept revising the weather report for warmer and warmer, so we were prepared for it to be hot, but it wasn't *humid*, and that's usually the key for me.  The Husband is the master of where to place himself at the start line, so we found good places in Corral D and waited for the start.

The first few miles were uneventful, as they usually are.  I still think they need water earlier in the course, but it's wasn't too bad.  The bands were great, as usual, and the sky was nicely overcast and the weather was cool.  I wore short sleeves and shorts and felt ok.  Between miles 2 and 3 we ran into a friend who was running his first half marathon.  He'd started well behind us, but had caught up and we ran together for a while (he actually crossed the finish line right after us, though his chip time was almost 2 minutes faster - yay he did great!), which was kind of cool.  I noticed right away that the hills didn't seem as bad this year as last, though it was exactly the same course.  I had been making hills a regular part of my easy runs and had as some point decided it was taking too much energy to hate hills, so I should just like them.  Embrace the hills. *LOVE* the hills.  This is Pittsburgh, after all, it's not like you have a choice but to run hills at some point (it's frequently up hill both ways around here).  We hit the halfway point around the West End Bridge and were feeling good.  The route through the West End Village seemed extremely short, and even the mind numbingly boring stretch up Carson Street before Station Square didn't seem too bad.

By the time we hit the South Side proper, I knew we were in good shape.  "Let's just do the full!" I joked to The Husband.  "NO," he said emphatically.  We ran across the Birmingham Bridge, a bridge that I might hate more than any other, and I tried to prepare myself for the uphill on the other side.  And it wasn't that bad.  I felt myself pulling away at certain points, but true to his word The Husband kept a steady pace.  We crested the Blvd of the Allies and I said, "Let's just run it in easy."  Apparently "easy" now involves 8 minute miles because we made up at least a minute or two in the last mile.  The Husband said, "You're going to PR easy, you're going to smoke your previous time."  We could see the finish line as we came down the Blvd, but we weren't there yet.  We went over the last little bump and sprinted to the finish.  And at the end of the day, I did indeed smoke my previous time.  My goal was under 2:08, ideally 2:05.  I came in at 2:03:36.  And at no point did it feel undoable.  A couple of times I felt like walking, but I knew it would pass.  The whole race felt comfortably hard.  A sub-2 hour half now seems doable.
Always quality bling at the Pittsburgh Marathon



Sunday, May 19, 2013

The past 18 months - a roundup

So, clearly I haven't been around in a while updating the blog.  I'm going to refer to the last 18 months as kind of a dark ages in terms of my running.  Last January I was seized by the crazy idea to get  my certification to teach Classical Pilates, so I spent about 9 months torturing myself and others and doing that.  And it was awesome, don't get me wrong, I learned a ton and I'm loving teaching now, but the running suffered, no question about it.
Yay Pilates!  Long stretch on the reformer - I could do this all day.
I had a really hard time balancing my time.  I'd get home late and wouldn't want to get up early to run, and everything just kind of fell to pieces in terms of running.  The pace got slower and slower, the miles less and less, and yeah, it kind of sucked.  In the middle of this, I had the bright idea to sign up with a group for the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco in October of last year.  I *never* thought we'd get in, or I probably wouldn't have bothered to sign up.  But sure, what the hell, I thought.  It's a lottery, it'll never happen.  And then it did.  So crap.  Then I had to actually train for it.  And I'd been ambitious enough to sign up for the full marathon, rather than just the half.

As part of the training, I ran the Pittsburgh Half Marathon, and clocked my slowest marathon time ever, 2:27 and change.  It was actually unexpectedly hot and the husband also didn't meet his time goal for the full marathon, but still.  Yuck.  Nothing fun about it.
Ok, I lied, it was kind of fun.  And the medal was great, as usual.
So, with that, I had a feeling Nike was going to be pretty slow.  I did ok in the Great Race 10k and set a second best, but the weather had been perfect and it had been kind of unexpected.  We went to San Francisco for a family trip and I resigned myself to running Nike.

 
Both feet off the ground and a smile on my face.
That's because it was almost over.
Here's the thing about the Nike Women's Marathon - it's not *really* designed to be a full marathon.  It's a half, with a full as an afterthought.  Most people do the half, and by most I mean 20 thousand of the 25 thousand who run it.  The first half of the course was a lot of fun.  I ran it with a charming woman named Mandy, who I knew from online, and she really helped pull my slow ass up the hills (and there were some HILLS in that race).  We ran through the Presidio, through Golden Gate Park, around Lake Merced.  It was pretty damn cool.  But she was really not feeling great, and I was pretty tired, too, so we came in well over 5 hours.  When we finished, there was basically no food left at the finish line.  I got half a bagel and half a banana after 26.2 miles.  No coconut water, no chocolate, no other fun stuff (which had all been promised and was supposed to be a major perk of doing the race).  The chute wasn't secure at  all and I saw a lot of non-runners grabbing freebies and such.  Not cool.  This won't be a race I'd be doing again.  I'd run the San Francisco Marathon for sure.  I LOVE San Francisco and would use any excuse to go out there (I'm trying to talk the husband into doing Big Sur in a couple of years), but not this race, it totally wasn't worth the price tag or the pain in the ass factor.  Still, the medal was nice.
Bloody Mary and my Little Blue Box.
Next up: Gen conquers the half marathon.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Absolutely Off Topic - Macarons

Yes, this is a running blog that I've been sadly neglecting.  Yes, I'm still running (more about that in another post).  Yes, this is a wildly off topic post.  BUT, it's also full on awesomesauce because, loyal readers, I'm going to share with you the secrets of macarons.  Not coconut macaroons, but French macarons, the stuff of daydreams and indulgence.  These babies usually sell for about $2 a cookie, so it pays to be able to make your own.  And people are ridiculously impressed with them.  Take a plate to your next pot luck and people will seriously worship you for the pastry goddess/god you know you'd love to be.  So, enjoy the fabulousness of macarons.  And then go run a few miles because they aren't low fat or paleo or anything other than purely and indulgently fabulous (they are, however, gluten free, so, you're welcome!).


Macarons

(Makes 18-24 assembled cookies, depending on size)

For the cookies:
1 ½  C (6oz/185g) confectioner’s sugar
1 ¼  C (5oz/140g) blanched almonds or almond flour
3 large egg whites
Pinch salt
¼ C (2oz/60g) granulated sugar
½ tsp flavored extract of your choice
Gel paste for coloring (optional – Wilton’s cake dye works well)
Sanding sugar (optional)

For the filling:
1 C (8oz/250g) unsalted butter, at room temp
¾ C (3oz/93g) confectioner’s sugar
1 ½ tsp extract of your choice

Tools needed:
·         Pastry bag with ½-inch round tip (or, you can cut the end off of a disposable pastry bag, which works just as well, or just don’t use a tip with a reusable bag, since the opening is about the right size.  In a pinch you can cut the corner off a zip lock freezer bag, but you won’t have quite as much control over the size of the cookies and they might not be perfectly round)
·         Baking parchment (this is key, it’s a big pain in the butt to make these without parchment)
·         Electric mixer (you can whip the meringue with a manual egg beater, but you may die in the process)
·         Food processor (you need this if you don’t buy ground almond meal (and if you do get the ground stuff, splurge on Bob’s Red Mill from Whole Foods, the Trader Joe’s almond meal is too coarse and doesn’t give as good of results)
·         Sifter or sieve  (absolutely key – I use a sieve and it works fine)

A note about macarons
Macarons have a reputation for being kind of fiddly and difficult to make.  There’s a lot of myth around them, and a lot of mysticism, none of which I knew when I decided to make them.  With a few exceptions (when I got a little too creative with the recipe), they’ve always turned out well for me.  If you want to read more about macarons, www.bravetart.com has a wonderful bunch of entries about macaron commandments and myths.  I haven’t actually had as much success with her recipe as I have with the one here, but her technique suggestions have been invaluable.  I’ve included weights as well as volume measurements since weighing is the best way to get really consistent results.  The biggest thing about macarons is that even if they come out cracked or undercooked, they still taste pretty fabulous, so don’t let fear of messing them up stop you from making them!

 For the cookies (oven at 325F)

1.       If you’re grinding your own almonds, put the almonds and confectioner’s sugar in a food processer and process for 1 minute.  If you’re using ground almonds, just wisk them together with the confectioner’s sugar.  Sift into a bowl, and if you have any large pieces that won’t go through the sieve, put them back in the food processor for another 30 seconds, then sift again.  You should have no more than 2 Tbsp of chunkier bits, and you can just throw them in (too many chunky bits, and your macarons will crack, since they’ll be like little pieces of shrapnel).
2.       In a clean large bowl on medium high speed, beat the egg whites until they form a dense foam (myth has it that you should use room temperature egg whites that have been left out for a few days – totally unnecessary, though room temp eggs do separate more easily.  And remember, if you get yolk or other grease in the egg whites, they won’t make meringue, so separate them carefully).  Add the salt and granulated sugar.  Beat until stiff, glossy peaks form, 3-4 minutes.  Add the extract flavoring of your choice and the food coloring and beat until combined.
3.       Using a rubber spatula, fold the flour mixture into the meringue in three batches.  You want to deflate the meringue a bit, so you fold and kind of press against the side of the bowl.  Undermixed macaronage will be too stiff and won’t spread properly, and will probably crack, overmixed will spread too much.  The consistency should be like magma – fluid, but no runny.  If you take a spoonful out and plop it back on top of the batter, it should reincorporate back in in maybe 30 seconds.  If it just sits on top, mix a few more strokes and try again (the bravetart blog has some good advice on this).
4.       Cut 3-4 pieces of baking parchment the size of your cookie sheets.  Using a pastry bag, pipe the macaronage into 1 ½ inch circles about an inch apart (if you’re afraid they’ll all be different sizes, you can use a stencil to draw circles on the parchment, then flip it over so you don’t get ink or pencil on your cookies and fill them in, stopping right before the margins of the circle, since the cookies will spread a little).  If your little circles don’t flatten out and have a little peak, like a Hershey’s kiss, your macaronage isn’t mixed enough.  If you want, you can sprinkle sanding sugar on top at this point.  Strictly speaking, this isn’t traditional, but it can hide cracks if you’re worried about that, and give a little extra crunch (my mom is a fan of this –s he was pretty bummed I didn’t put sugar on top of these ones).
5.       At this point, slide your cookie sheets under the parchment and smack the cookies sheet, cookies and all, hard on the counter a couple of times.  Turn the cookie sheet 90 degrees and smack it a couple more times on the counter.  This moves the air bubbles out of the cookies and helps keep them from cracking.  Traditionally, you’re supposed to let the cookies sit for an hour to form a skin on top, to further protect against cracking, but I’ve found this to be pretty unnecessary, so go ahead and pop that first sheet in if you’re so inclined (you won’t hurt them by waiting, but you don’t have to).
6.       Bake for 12-15 minutes, depending on your oven.  Overcooked is better than undercooked if you have to make a choice.  They should peel fairly easily off the parchment when cooled, so if they stick and the bottoms come off, make a note and try cooking a minute longer next time (I cook mine for 15 minutes, and the smaller ones pull off leaving nothing behind at that cooking time).  If you can, cool completely before taking them off the parchment, and you can use a small metal spatula if you want (though it’s not usually necessary).  I get the best results cooking one sheet at a time on the middle rack.  If your cookies are sticking to the parchment paper, I found it helpful to pick up the cookie and then “flick” the parchment with your index finger, which helps remove it quickly without leaving a lot of cookie behind.

 For the filling and assembly:
1.       Beat confectioner’s sugar and butter in a large bowl on medium speed until just combined, then increase speed to high and beat until light and fluffy.   Add the extract of your choice and food coloring (if desired) and beat until combined.
2.       Using a small rubber spatula or spoon, spread the filling on upturned cookie.  Find another that’s about the same size and sandwich them together.  My husband thinks I should match them all up in advance, since invariably I end up with one very small half and one very large one at the end (which I think is fine, since I just eat that one).  This recipe makes a bit more buttercream that you need (usually) so don’t feel like you have to be stingy with it.
3.       The finished macarons should be stored in the fridge in an air tight container for about 24 hours before you serve them.  Get them out an hour or two before you want to serve them to let the buttercream warm up a bit.  These are noticeably better the second day, so it pays to plan ahead.  You can store these in an air tight container in the freezer for a couple of months, just be sure to thaw in the container, since they’ll get soggy otherwise.



Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Post Columbus injury whining

I mentioned in my race report that at the end of the race my Achilles tendon was bothering me, which I thought was odd because it had never bothered me at all during training.  Turns out it continued to bother me and I have been unable to run pretty much since the marathon.  I tried a spinning class, but that still bothered it, so I was reduced to the elliptical.  The only redeeming thing about the elliptical is that the sound on the built in tv's at the gym actually works, so I don't have to lip read like I do on the treadmill.  Still, I was not thrilled being a hamster on a wheel, and I started slacking off.  Then I came down with some nasty strep-like virus that put me on the couch for 5 days.  I *finally* got out today, on what the radio keeps saying is literally the last good day of the year.  I loaded my youngest into the jogging stroller and managed to get in 4.6 miles AND a shower before I had to go get his big brother from preschool.

The run went well, but towards the end, I was definitely aware of the Achilles.  It was nowhere near pain, but I was aware of it.  Does that make sense?  I'm kind of unsure of what I should do in this situation.  I'm dying to get back to running, it's been really hard not being able to run the past few weeks, but I obviously don't want to do anything to make things worse.  I may just keep the runs to 5 miles for a while and back off if the Achilles acts up again.  Clearly, it's gotten MUCH better, I just wish I knew how long it would take to heal up, or what exactly I should do.  Grrr... silly body!

But given that I felt fine for the first 3 miles, I think I'm definitely clear to do the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving with Oliver, who is *REALLY* excited about doing another 5k.  Given how fast he finished the last one, I think I'm going to try to get him to run even more this time, and see if we can finish in closer to 33 minutes.  I don't think he understands that he's going to have to get A LOT faster if he wants to win his age group, but at this point, I just want to get him out there.