5 Mile Run (Above Average)

SANTA MONICA -- The strong legs are starting to come back a bit...didn't feel any leg weakness the entire course.

Better yet, turned what was an average run into an above average at the downhill by kicking it up a bit and quite frankly dashing down the last two miles. Very strong. And fulfilling. Literally the moment the thought "This is an average run" popped into my head, the whole thing sped up.

Saw an old man who could barely walk taking his dog out by the golf course. His dog, one of those really done up ones, lanky, elegant and with a more expensive hygiene regiment than myself was almost walking him. She/he patiently took a step or two every second or so, waiting for the old crumbly to catch up. The man was with it, though. He even said, "Hello there." Love that.

The one thought that occurred after this run was how I'm still in this stage where wearing a sweaty shirt is important. I tend to pick colors that will show off the sheer deluge of perspiration by mile three showing all what a stud I am. It's funny that that stage comes back, because when you do 10 miles or more, all that stuff is ridiculous. You really stop caring what anyone thinks -- eat isht jackball, I'm running 18 miles here -- gimme a wicking shirt pronto, the uglier the better. And when you pass a sweaty hero you just think -- that's a nice fiver you put it, now do it three more times and meet me and your wife at the bar. (That's not the case. I'd be by myself. Gaines might come too.)

Easy, breezy. Beautiful. Cover Girl.