I just ran easy on the Rock Creek Park trails, heading south and coming through the back stables loop; I found plenty of hills.
I woke up early this week with my nose running like a faucet and my eyes feeling like they were burrowing into a peat-filled bog. I thought it was a cold, but I'm thinking it may have been allergies of some kind. Whatever the case, I seem to be kicking already, which is a good sign my body's holding up well.
I ditched an evening workout to see Slumdog Millionaire, which was a far better film than I was expecting. The hype is legitimate. The odds of it winning Best Picture on Sunday are 1:7; I haven't seen the other movies, but those are close to Tiger Woods-like odds, though this isn't really anything I've paid much attention to in years past.
On that note, Tiger himself announced today that he's coming back next week. This excites me. The guy is hands-down my favorite athlete in any sport, including running and baseball.
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