So, the plan was to run 10 this morning, but I woke up feeling lousy, so C___ and I agreed to just to 8. Good choice, I think. I put kinesiotape (the stretchy stuff) on my heel, and headed out. It was an absolutely gorgeous morning for a run. Prospect Park was really crowded, and we found ourselves running the wrong way through a race, no big deal. Managed to maintain a sub 10 minute pace, with most around 9:30. Not fighting trim, but some serious progress. I think I'm still heading for a personal worst, but a half marathon at training pace followed by a beer could still be a lot of fun!!