I just got back from a lovely Easter run, and it was totally the run I was supposed to have last week in New Orleans. And didn't. Because here it's 43 degrees and sunny (perfect for me) and there it was not.
10 miles at an average pace of 8:39, with the last mile 8:14.
At least I know I have it in me. It was just covered in sweaty salty dehydrated mush last weekend. DOH!
MUST. DRINK. MORE. ON. BIKE. SOMEHOW.