On Sunday Morning ...

It is Sunday and so another training run. I did not have Gwen Stefani or No Doubt singing "Sunday Morning" in my head though.

The Roadrunners manual called for 30 minutes and so off I went.

It started a bit slow as my legs seemed to have built up some lactic acid overnight; but, once I got moving, it was fine. Plus, the morning was so beautiful. There were dozens of stars in the perfectly clear sky. I was happy and it was a good start for a busy day.

My pace was even better ... 11:52 for 2.71 miles on 32:12. I was pleased that the longest run of my life really seemed to have no major aftereffects! This Los Angeles Marathon is looking possible!