Still undecided if it was a good decision or not given the mental buttkicking my injured knee has cause me with regard to my running life, I followed some friends downtown this morning to watch (yeah, watch) the local marathon. Nothing better to break your heart a little more than watching other people enjoy something you're sidelined out of, right? But an early start meant getting in my laps before the end of the week anyhow, and so I hit the pool shortly after 7am and clocked my (new) usual 40 ends. It's a quiet time to go, though the coffee was a little slower to kick in than the cool water on my face.
SWOLF (swimming only)