A mile of my short run this morning was on trails. I stopped by the creek where I've already caught several small salmon this season. I stunned one of the very few remaining deer flies and dropped him in the water. It traveled no more than two feet in the current before a fish came up and grabbed him. (insert delighted giggle here)
Once again, no problems with the Achilles. I'm getting tired of saying that after each run. Maybe I should just stop saying it. Bring the Fat Lady on stage.
Ran 3.4 miles @ 8:41/mile pace.
Paved roads and trails.
Lower 70s, partly cloudy, very humid.
Brooks Mach 14, shorts, short sleeved shirt.