Friday night I was sitting on the couch watching the news, eating my lovely brides delicous pizza, when felt something pop in mouth. The next thing I know I bite down on my own tooth. OUCH. I broke a molar. How the hell do you break a molar eatting pizza? I have no f-ing idea. However, my dentist called me right back after leaving my number. So I will be at his office first thing on Monday to see what can be done. I really hate dental work.
This weekend was my monthly Battle Assembly. Remember the old Army Reserve commericals, "One weekend a month, two weeks a year"? Then there was a year in Afghanistan and another in Iraq. I have gut feeling there will be another coming in soon. I have been home for almost 5 years.
Saturday was pretty cold and I was still weary of what would happen with my tooth, so I did not run during lunch. Today, I finished up what I was doing and I was able to get out before 11. I drove over to the gym, changed and went for a run of a little over 5 miles. As you can see below most of the run was around the Fort Meade Golf Course. It is a crushed rock trail through the woods. It is a very nice place to run. It has some hills, which I needed to run. All in all it was a good run. It was a little slower than I had hoped at 49 min and some change. But the hills caused that. I will only get faster running the hills. 
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Golf courses are great places to run. Although, they don't seem to like runners much - so dusk is best for golf course runs.
Bummer about your tooth. Not much glory in Pizza. Ribs perhaps...pizza not so much. ;)
OUCH! At least it didn't happen the night before a race. I always get wary of "freak" injuries or events as I get closer to race day.
Did it like split in half? Will you have to have a crown?
Remember how you were trying to tell me that we're still young?
yep.
right.
;)
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