Yesterday I was able to run in a grand place.

Albeit, it has been some time since I ran there. But I also felt a comulsory urge to see this spectacular manifestation of New England autumn.

I'm running harder than I ought to this close to Manchester. Friday was tempo 7 miles. Yesterday was 8 miles in slippery mud and much and wet leaves.




I ran as the sun was setting, and left after dark.

Today, I feel a tingling in my left heel, though my hip pain is gone.

So today, I did my first long-base ride for Timberman 2007. 2 hours 4 minutes on the trainer.

God I love New England.