Just got back from my trip to Toronto. Unfortunately plans to meet up with Frank didn't work out -- but I was able to make it to David's (Harris) running club. I had a good run, an 8 miler through rolling hills, largely through park land. I unintentionally dropped Dave part way through the run -- I was chatting with one of the other runners, and then suddenly I turned around and Dave had disappeared. Oops. I admit to being a little surprised that a masters runner carrying that much extra, ermm, muscle, described 7:30 as a good pace for an easy run.
Bagpip also came along, but he was sitting in the gutter puking after the 1km warmup jog.
