I'm lying on Sue's massage table this evening, hearing - not to mention feeling - the gunk in my shoulders cruching as she rolls over it - and I decide I won't run Trail Mix. Next she's working on my legs and they feel pretty good. A solid rock at the top of my plantarius (sp?) but apart from that they are fine! I decide I will run the 25k. Driving home I talk to Kami on the phone and she's feeling much better after a few days of rest and was heading out for her first run. And she's for sure doing the 50k. I decide I will run the 50k. Peer pressure - it never fails!
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