Workout: 3.01-mile run
It was after Mark’s fourth “just half, please” margarita at the luau last night that I knew we wouldn’t be getting up at dawn to run.
Nope. No, siree. And, let me tell you , I’m so glad we didn’t.
Once again, we had winter-esque temperatures - 23 degrees at 9:30, and I can only imagine what it was at 7:30 a.m. when we got up. (You can take the pregnant lady out of a long run schedule but you can’t take the long run schedule out of the pregnant lady!) We ate breakfast, I helped Mark grade papers, I peed 300 times.
About 9:30, Mark said he was ready. And as long as I could go, we were going. Then.
I got dressed in winter gear – again – but learned my lesson from Friday. I wore a compression top, lighter quarter-zip, vest, tights, gloves and a regular hat rather than a knit cap. It ended up being perfect. And very pregnant looking.
As you can see, it took several tries to get a photo and Denali refused to cooperate for any of them. Right after the second photo, Denali pawed me in the babymaker and, in the third photo, the only reason he is looking at me is because I had a Teddy Graham in my hand.
Today’s run was OK … and just OK. It was chilly and the wind was brutal. Seriously up in my face for the first half. I hate you wind. On the positive side, we did take the trail up to the campus, making for a nice change of scenery, and I didn’t pee my pants. Too bad I can’t say the same for Denali. Wuss couldn’t even make it a half-mile.
Now, if you’ll excuse me. I spent too much time this afternoon watching “Hoarders,” and I’m feeling the need to go through my boxes o’ shoes.
Anyone watch “Hoarders”? What are you doing this afternoon?