Feeling Old

Last night, I decided to do a totally easy distance run. So I filled a Camelbak with sport drink, grabbed two trailbars, filled a pocket with pretzels, and took off.
Then I realized Heroes is on TV @8pm. I practically never watch TV, but I do enjoy Heroes because it's dumb (if you haven't figured it out, I like dumb things).
So I decided to turn around in time. That turned it into a 12.7 mile run.
At mile 10, I realized I was averaging less than 10min/mile. I wasn't supposed to concern myself with time, but I thought 10m/mile was history. I ran Rim Rock @ 8:34, and Goblin Valley @ 9:13, so I should've been able to saunter through 12.7 miles of virtually flat pavement at no worse. So the last 2.7 miles, I kicked it up to finish at exactly 10min/mile.
Then I walked around the block to warm-down. A passing motorist stopped and yelled, "Hey, you're walking when you're supposed to be running!" I turned around in time to see that, although she'd stopped at a stop sign, she was looking at me instead of traffic and a car had to put on the brakes and hit the horn 'cause she drove in front of them.
I don't know if she was trying to be funny - she didn't sound like it - or thought she was everyone's personal-trainer. I just thought she was stupid. (I like dumb things, not stupid things.)

Last summer, I was doing a long run in town. Like last night, I ran to Wash. Park, through Wash. Park, until I reached Cherry Creek, then headed upstream for miles before turning around. You're supposed to train how you expect to race. Last night, I ate two trailbars and pretzels without stopping or walking. So I'm decked-out for distance. So last summer, this guy ridicules me because, "You don't need all that for Wash. Park!" WTF! MYOB! Have a clue that you're clueless! Some people's attitudes really stick in my craw. They make snap judgements, which would be okay if they'd keep their mouths shut.
Now you know another reason I like long mountain trail runs. I don't have to put up with people like that.

After last nights run, I was totally beat. A few weeks ago I ran 20 miles on Green Mountain with no real problems. Then 12.7 easy miles wrecked me. My thighs were sore before the run, but really sore after. My left ankle is barely better than it was late Thursday.
My right plantar fascii, where it attaches to the ball of the foot, has been bothering me since July. I've been stretching and massaging that a lot lately. When I try to research it, all I get is planter injuries at the heal, not the ball of the foot. So I guess my specific symptoms are rare (lucky me).
The pain is tolerable, but I feel compelled to scuttle some of my race plans. I need to concentrate on Salida Marathon, Greenland 50K, Collegiate Peaks 50M, and the Leadville Trail 100. None of the other races are particularly critical, and it would save me some money.

I slept exactly 8 hours. I practically never sleep that long. Felt good.