Notes
Once the legs got used to running on the road again I really started groovin'. Worked myself into a nice rythym, clipping along and slowly building to that place where speed is easy. Feelin' it.
then BAM!!!! Attilla the fucking attack dog flys at me from outta nowhere. Totally broke my concentration. After much ado about animal control and my rights w/the owner, I take off to finish the last 3/4 mile. PISSED OFF. Trying to get it back, still going fast, somewhere south of 8 m/m, but now it's WORK. I'm hating the pace, but I'm too pissed off to slow down.
when WHAMMO!!!! Asshole kids decide to fuck w/the fat guy running.
They chose poorly. I dead stop, straight up give 'em what for, let the dad (standing outside mouth agape) I was not happy (might not have used those exact words ;) and finish STRONG up the last hill.
Bummed out though, had a great finish coming to a head and it got totally jacked up. Ah well, felt great while it lasted.