This is the giant flat bottomed divit in my training:

Two Three weeks ago was my last run- 5 miles in Barcelona. Three days later I was coming down with something, on the long flight home (the last leg in a 29,000 mile trip in two weeks), I knew I was falling to the mat, a TKO. I got to Phoenix Wednesday night, coughed all night at a friend’s house, managed to drive home, and spent 8 days hacking and not sleeping. My doc diagnosed it as a secondary bronchial infection riding on a normal virus.

I feel like I am still getting out of it, but know I need to ge the shoes back on the road, so just set out for an easy short loop. Just to see if I could.

Actually, it was not horrible, but need to climb back up the curves; was planning to do the Phoenix 10k next week.

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To mix things up, and ease into the schedule, and heck, to avoid the drudgery of running, today I went on a casual hike with friends into Pine Creek Canyon. A friend who lives near the entrance knows the people that run the private church camp at the end of the road, so we felt ok walking through camp. The canyon was gloriously lush with fall yellow colors, giant sycamore leaves, even the ferns had some autumn color.

I’ll stretch and count the miles here. Who cares? I am not training for the Olympics.