we got in too late last night to safely go for a run... instead, i donned the rubber gloves and attacked the in-laws fridge. they've been away for a few weeks, and it was full of mold and slime and swamp and nasty....
so this morning we had a quick smoothie of bananas and blueberry Kefir (which i am totally addicted to!) and headed out for a run together. my sweetheart headed home halfway through my run, and i logged 6.8 miles (we measured with the truck last night). a little over four miles of that was hills... and by mile five and a half, my legs were like jelly!
arrived back home a sweaty mess -- hard to believe i'm running in t-shirt and shorts at the end of December -- only to be greeted by a post-run endorphin happy sweetheart who had made me a delicious breakfast of bacon and eggs (he's big on the post-workout protein infusion!). his folks called, they arrived safely from Colombia late last night, and will be home early this afternoon.
looks like i will be staying here to help out for a while, so i'm glad to know that i've got a good route all measure out, and by the time i get home myself, those hills will have whipped me into shape!
6.8 miles? I'm almost ashamed of myself....
ReplyDeletedon't be! you have every reason to be proud of yourself... besides, i had a hot Marine at my heals, pushing me onward.
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