I came home from my last teaching day before Spring Break tired, dejected, miserable. Then I saw the post on Facebook for a Thursday night Towpath Turtle run.
Me to Husband: Are you cool with leftovers tonight?
Me: Because I'm outta here.
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I run with Turtles.|
Me: Let's pick up the pace a little bit when we double back.
Me: We're not going crazy or anything, just speeding up a little.
Shelby: Race you.
Challenge accepted. At this point, I feel honor-bound to tell you that Shelby says she did NOT say, "Race you." I responded to her that she was THINKING it and that it was our Vulcan mind-meld thing and I couldn't write THAT in the blog because people would think I'm weird. ahem.
I finished my 4.75 miles by adding another speed spurt with Leigh.
I am happy; I found my mojo.
I think I'll get up and run tomorrow morning.
I love you, Man.