For too many weeks now I have seen gorgeous Saturdays, and I wake up on Sunday morning for my long run to this:
I am so stinking tired of Ohio winters.
Today was a glorious ten miler with my favorite running peeps. Debi stuck with me from beginning to end, and we were able to run a bit with Teresa and Deidre. It was almost like old times, except I wasn't complaining about my husband (love you, Mon Petit Chou!) this time.
My legs ache in all the right places. I look forward to recovery yoga tomorrow (love you, Rodney Yee!), and I plan to do the legs-up-the-wall pose later today when I think it will most embarrass my daughter.
Even better, MyFitnessPal tells me that I will have room for a Candy-Bar-in-a-Cup, otherwise known as some sort of mocha java thing, when I meet my friend for coffee later.
|Candy Bar in a Cup!|
For those of you who are wondering, "Where the hell is Stephani? Who is this cheerful person?" just remember that I am under the spell of the runner's high, which I explain in this post.
I love you, Man.
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