On Monday, instead of doing yoga, I wheedled The Kabyle Chef into walking/running three miles with me. We definitely did more walking than running because The Chef has not been taking his daily walk/runs on the treadmill lately as he has switched to a mostly evening schedule. He was feeling the pain, so I hope he realizes that he has to get back on the horse. . . so to speak.
|This was before. He wasn't so happy after. He's cute though, right?|
Shelby and I finished the week with twelve miles on the Towpath. Twelve sweaty, humid, muggy, and sometimes rainy miles. The first nine miles were almost effortless; we chatted so much that we didn't feel any sort of discomfort. Then, at mile 9 it kicked in. Suddenly we were very quiet. . .too quiet. Shelby likes to run ahead of me in the last miles; she calls it "smelling the barn" (Horse people are weird). I think this is a great challenge for me because my energy tends to lag big time in the last miles. Luckily for me, Shelby knows what I'm thinking when I stop talking, and she turned to me in the last mile and shouted back, "This is not one of those runs where you think about running a marathon later." Thank you. That was EXACTLY what I was thinking, as in, "How in the HELL will I run 14.2 MORE MILES on marathon day?" So, I listened to the boss and stopped thinking about it. Instead I thought about ginger beer.
A nice breeze in the last miles as it started to cool down a bit.
A huge snapping turtle.
|This is not EXACTLY the snapping turtle we saw. I was afraid to stop and take his picture because he was telling me he would bite my toes off if I did stop.|
|It's like a thousand fingers massaging my legs! And they are animal print!|
My real challenge starts next week, Peeps. I'm going down South to visit the family, and I've got to keep up the training. Will I survive the heat and humidity? I know I can do short runs in that kind of weather; I'm worried about my long runs. We shall see.
Until then, run happy, Peeps!
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