Big Trees, Big Miles
First, you walk across this lane, covered with tree branches from only two trees! Have you ever seen such a grand restaurant drive-thru lane?
Then you find a table to eat at underneath one of the trees.
You look up in amazement at all of the branches overhead.
The sign says the trees are over 400 years old.
Then you enjoy your delicious, grilled chicken sandwich and the scenery and wonder why you don't eat there more often.
Grilled Chicken Sandwich at Beck's Prime on Westheimer, Houston
This morning it was 60* and the rain cooled me off. My goal was to keep my hill running as fast as the rest of the run. Turns out, the hillwork was the fastest part - thanks to the downhills!
My shoe tongue rubbed one of my ankles raw. When I stopped at the 5 mile mark for a TriBerry Gu gel (Gu at mile 10, too) and saw blood on my ankle, I tucked the shoe tongue underneath my shoe laces. Problem solved! (I'll try to adjust the tongue later, but these shoes are about ready for retirement anyway, with almost 400 miles on them.) Other than being tired in the last couple of miles, it was a good 18 mile run (9:24/mile pace).