Running (trail) 46:30  7.0 km (6:39 / km) +180m 5:53 / km
ahr:167 max:186 shoes: Asics Trail Attack III
Evening run in the foothills with my new shoes (!). Shoes felt great. Plus, they're green!
. My hammies are a little sore, I'm not sure why. I didn't stretch after the last few running outings, but I rarely stretch my hamstrings, anyway. Maybe my lull in training has been more of break than I thought and I strode it out a bit too much? Seems odd. A bit chilly today (30s in the morning) but it was warm enough by the time I got out that I was okay in the only running clothes I still have here (shorts and tee).
Pretty hectic day today. Spent much of the day in the squadron trying to find people, call people, or fax people. I think we've made a lot of progress and I might actually leave for Tucson on Monday. Or Tuesday. The amazing part is that I can actually go to the DVOA meet. It took a little bit of finagling of my flight and local transportation plans, but it'll work.
My exciting moment of the day concerns security forces and my lack of a line badge. In order to access the flight line (ie, where all the planes are, and where the squadron is) you need to have a line badge. There are all these pictures of people with their face on the pavement and various security forces members' boots on their backs because they don't have their line badge.
Well, I turned in my badge because I'm done with training and am all out-processed. For the most part I've been very good about waiting for an escort or at least scoping out the area to make sure there aren't any security forces dudes around. Today, on my way out, I was a bit giddy because it looked like things were going to all work out and I threw caution to the wind and busted out towards the parking lot. And then I saw a pair of security forces airmen in full gear with their M16s. My initial thought was that perhaps they were just guarding some visiting high-value asset. Then I noticed that their course was very close to an intercept trajectory of my course. That's when I thought, "Oh shit."
Thankfully, these young, admirable airmen were of the 'ask questions first, face to the pavement later' variety. So rather than a mouthful of asphalt all I get is, "Ma'am, could we see your line badge?" This is where I turned on my inscrutable charm. A quick explanation, an admission of guilt, and a few quick but effective jokes and I was on my way. In fact, they were so charmed that they offered to give *me* their M16s so that I could escort *them* off of the flightline. I refused, of course, because I was in a hurry. But, it was certainly a moment to remember.