Teetering, if you will.
Most of my runs are short and slow, but, that's okay.
I did run a beer mile a few weeks ago. And while my crown has been gone for a long time now (I think I've lost the last 3-4 that I've done), I've officially retired from the sport. Not because of my ego... but, because of my body. For the first time in a beer mile... I threw up and had to run a penalty lap. So... yeah, I'm officially announcing my retirement. I'll henceforth enjoy my beers and my running nonconcurrently (not a word apparently? Whatevs. You know what I mean.)
Beer Mile finally got me.
And while I puked on my third lap (without being ANYWHERE NEAR CONTENTION of winning, mind you. Girls can drink and run in this town, these days). The KoB schooled all the dudes and came out as the overall winner.
Smug son of a bitch.
Anyway, that's kind of an update on my running lately. I'm averaging less miles a week than I'd like and I'd prefer to be running longer long runs... but for now I'm happy to be progressing along.