For the past five months, I've sauntered about aimlessly, keeping thoughts of distance far from my cerebral cortex. At the pinnacle of my, ahem, "training," I got in a single casual twelve mile jog. Not the ideal method, but somehow I managed to help pace the 5 hour, 30 minute group at yesterday's Cowtown ultramarathon. We finished in 5 hours, 26 minutes, and 3 seconds, or a nice 10:30 per mile pace. And today I feel pretty good. Perhaps Waco won't be as miserable as I was anticipating.
p.s. El Scorcho registration opened online this morning.