Didn't get around to posting last week's mileage until now. I should write things down for myself, because there may be more mileage I'm not reporting. Let's see: My biggest run for the week was on Election Day, in the late evening, I mean 9:45 pm. I left Mom's assisted living in Brooklyn, after putting her to bed and listening to the election results on the big screen in the lobby. I'm a lifelong Republican and had put myself on a list of those who had officially endorsed Trump several months ago, so I was pretty giddy and this was my victory lap (don't mean to offend those on the losing side)! Then I ran 12 miles barefoot in the 60-degree balmy November weather. I ditched the shirt when I got to Prospect Park and proudly stuck out my bare chest through Brooklyn and Manhattan, pumping my fists in the air, stopping to do a couple sets of scaffold chin-ups for good measure. It was quite a day to be an American, and an especially exciting day to be a New Yorker (although too bad the state went Blue), since both Trump and Clinton were watching the results with their supporters, barely 20 blocks or so from each other, and the whole town just radiated this energy. I threaded my route home between the two gatherings, then put on the shirt and the XeroShoes to get into a bar, order one beer to celebrate, and watch more definitive results coming in at after midnight. Ran the last nine-tenth of a mile home from the bar about 45 minutes later in my Xeros.
Thursday night I ran about 7.6 miles total, about 5.5 miles barefoot. I left Brooklyn late but wanted to have a beer with a friend on the police force who gets out of his shift at midnight. He texted his availability, so I cut my run short and took the subway into Manhattan. He doesn't like my going to a bar in shorts, so I put on my Xeros and my long khakis on the subway platform. But I was rushing from the subway to the bar too much, and missed a cutaway of the curb in the dark and...splat on the city sidewalk pavement. The left knee wasn't too bad with the khakis on, but in my recent accidents in the Xeros I've tended to land rubbing the tip of the big toe and the top of the left foot, re-scraping the same parts of the top-side of the left foot. I didn't let the bleeding bother me too much in the bar, which reinforced my tough-guy image with my old buddy...but I decided I'd take the bus with him part-way and continued to talk, before running the last 1.6 miles home. Then I showered and cleaned up.
Saturday night I was a little worried about the injury to the big toe and top of the left foot, so I ran in the Xeros with my Japanese sumo socks on (they have a separation between the big toe and others, so you can wear them with flip-flops and other sandals with such separations) and stayed with a shorter distance, 10.4 miles, before taking the subway home from the Village. By the next week, the foot was much healed.
So that's 12.9 + 7.6 + 10.4 = 30.9 miles for last week. Now I've got to calculate what I've done for this week...
