There’s a point you reach during a good run when breathing pattern, arm swing and leg turnover and foot-strike all gradually work themselves into a sort of synchronized multiple metronomic that can give even an unfast old guy a kind of euphoric joy. This is what I was prematurely searching for two weeks ago when my left calf strongly objected.

I really, really do want to accompany the B through her first 5K in August. She called a couple of nights ago to loudly proclaim that for the first time she’d run a whole mile without stopping. She’s going to be ready.

The leg feels better, and I’m planning to hit the road tomorrow to test things out. It will be VS² all the way.