Gotta be Smart

Today, I had hoped to run 14 miles. It's what I had in my running schedule. After waking with a sinus headache and few realistic comments from D, I decided against the 14 miler. I think it was the smart move. It would've been too much. Instead, I stuck with 9. On the way out, I took it slow, averaging 9:59/mile. On the way back, I ran 8:38/mile and actually felt pretty good. I spotted some dude in a yellow running shirt about a mile ahead of me, and dubbed him the flying banana. I tried in vain to catch him, but I'm thankful he was there to push me.