I never realized how much fun is possible when running 12 miles. I am a bit worried since I was feeling weakness on the outside of my outer left ankle. It dissipated after a few miles, but it did scare me early on. There's the good ol' shin splints on the inside of my legs-and again, I'm too lazy to ice it down after a run. There really are no excuses for that. I'm looking forward to my ice foot bath later today. As much as one eagerly anticipates getting punched in the face by Mike Tyson, circa 1991.
But, although I feel drained and dead to the world, I still have the stoke burning for tomorrow--when I get to test drive my new booties I bought yesterday in Hayama and re=introduce my body to paddling out into the line up. I don't care if it the waves are less than epic (kind of hard since Typhoon season is over), I just need to paddle out.
I saw around reading "Fire Bret B," and realized one idea, when thinking about surfing, "who cares about a football team that much?" I don't anymore, knowing that I can strap my longboard to the top of my car and look for a decent break in 鎌倉、七里ケ浜 or either of the beaches in Fujisawa.
I do need to buy some new wax and probably gloves depending on how cold it is outside, but, that can wait until I get to location X tomorrow.