See Thursday?
How perfect is that?
Nobody better get sick.
Everyone better go to school.
Come on Bubbles. Call me. Pick up Beau from school and give me 4 hours.Please. . .
I am having a better week:
Sunday: 7 easy. Okay, by easy I mean slow. Very slow. I was so miserable. The champagne the night before. Why? Why do I do it? Why must I love the bubbly so? Wine? Beer? I'm totally fine. But champagne? Ugh. . . Champagne = hangover. Headache. Every time. Every single time. But damn it is fun going in.
So I think Johnny Cash sang this song with my Sunday morning runs in mind:
It is my Sunday run theme song.
Sometimes I listen to it 2 or 3 times during the run.
I love me some Mr. Cash.
The darkness makes me happy.
Monday: 10k on the treadmill in just a few seconds under 45 minutes.
Go me.
Tuesday: 7 miles on the treadmill: 52 minutes and 46 seconds.
Wednesday: 6 miles outside. Probably around 48 minutes for the whole run. My legs? Me? Everything felt great. 2 days in a row of speed work and my legs still felt fresh. No tight Achilles. No sore hammie. No numb toes. Nice. Amazing, really.
No excuses.
3 hour run.
20 miles.
Live the day.
PS. I signed up for the Alpharetta Half. Any other INGers want a warm-up, get ready and run race? Two weeks out and then taper. It is the way to go. Did it before OBX and BQ'd. . .
