Mt. Toby night group, doing the "truncated" loop
(the full loop being 10+ miles). Three others -- Donna, a very good ultrarunner, always zipping off someplace to run 50 or 100 miles; Sarah, former bike racer, also good runner, second in the Vermont 50 Mile a month and a half ago, an hour and a half faster than me; and Rob, one of the best 50+ trail runners in New England. And then me, of course, totally outclassed, except I had by far the best light, which pretty much evened things out.
Nice evening, clear sky, about 30F. Nice run. Except Donna went splat about 15 minutes before the end, headfirst, reasonably hard landing. So we stood around for several minutes while she seemed like running was nolonger in the cards for that evening at least, and then all of a sudden we were off again, and running pretty quickly the rest of the way. Don't know what sort of psychological/emotional reaction was going on, just it seemed like at some point she realized that she was probably OK, that various races planned would not have to be canceled, and then, well, what are we standing around for, let's get going.
My legs and feet seemed to hold up OK. Would be nice if I could keep doing these runs.