The FVRP and I ran hills today in a wind that seemed to shift to blow out of whatever direction we ran. He felt good, and I felt decent, and all in all it was a good way to end the year. We ran 6 miles, most of it up and down Stonebridge to 380. We ran past a kid whose car was crashed into the median apparently less than a couple of minutes before we got there. By the time we ran by again the police had arrived and were talking to the driver of the car that must have hit him.
Reviewing the whole year, it's pretty apparent my running was sporadic, but I still kept at it even in the midst of the preparing our KC house to sell and moving to Texas. I'm glad to be here and still running, and I'm looking forward to regaining some consistency in 2016. That starts with the Bataan Memorial race in March, and maybe something later in the spring and certainly a race in the fall. Goodbye 2015 - unlike my running pace, you went by fast.
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