I ran sprints Monday night (6 x 60 seconds x 60 seconds; wanted to test the hammy with sprints, but not destroy it) and then went to the gym for a workout. I shouldn't have gone to the gym, I was blasted and didn't really want to, but off I went; running and working out must be squeezed in where they can be due to upcoming travel plans. Anyway, the run was going smashingly well, with me covering 200 meters in a normal 50 to 53 seconds when the hamstring started hurting. Today, the knee opposite the hammy, as has not been uncommon, is the only real thing in pain. Hopefully a Craig Biggio grand slam, some libations, and a night with friends (by the way, who corrupted Dave?) will heal what ails me, as I need to run 4 miles and then 10 miles over the next two nights. If I can pull that off, then I will have been true to my training program while still making time for baseball and Vegas.
Serious Hags musings to come, but not tonight. Perhaps another chapter of Harry Potter VII, then sleep.
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