Thanks to Marcy for classing up last week's taint discussion. You get a gold star, which is actually just this link with nothing gold or star-like about it.
The Detox Run returned in fine form Sunday after my hometown's citywide Halloween bash on Saturday. (Retardedly, the Halloween bash is always the Saturday before Halloween.) Because of scheduling issues, I had to run Sunday morning if I wanted to run at all.
I woke up with a bit of a bastard behind the eyes, but forced myself out the door at 8:30 a.m. To survive the run, I just had to get my footfalls to match the rhythm of the pounding in my head, which resulted in the Dipso Shuffle for the first seven of 10 miles. My pace fell between 10 and 11 minutes per mile until I decided to crush the final three miles.
I managed to get under 10 minutes per mile for the entire run, but those first seven miles at a limping, close-together stride did their damage. I was walking bow-legged for the rest of the day.
Sore though I was, I capped that evening in what Dr. Samuel Johnson would describe as heroic fashion.