I like soft
How fast can I write about the end of my week? I'm supposed to be getting myself and my kids ready for school.
Thursday the boys and I went to Fitness Life, and I ran on the treadmill for 35 minutes. I hate running on the treadmill. It seemed harder than running outside. I know everyone says the opposite, but it was harder. I also question the accuracy of the min/mile level. I was huffing and puffing on that thing. One last thing about gyms: do we really, truly need all the mirrors?
Saturday I met Gayatri (Guy-uh-tree) at 6am for our 10-mile run. We chose the trail because it's softer, and we like soft. We went in the direction of the mile markers to save the east side of the trail for daylight. The trail was soooo dark, and we both commented on how our eyeballs were straining to see. It was a pleasant run, and neither of us felt fatigued or irritable.
I pre-cut a goo b/c I can never open them. I put foil and tape around it, but it still got all over my shorts and me. I prefer Clif Blocks anyway, but I didn't have enough of those. Lessons learned...
Across from Joe's Crab Shack, near the end of our run, Gayatri says, "Is that a house or the Alamo?!" I turned to look at the structure, and yes, indeed, one would wonder if it was a house or a replica of the Alamo. Okay, so it doesn't really look exactly like the Alamo, but it's close. And when you are 9 miles into your 10-mile long run, everything is funny. We thought the house was absurd built right on the edge of the cliff on Riverside. Anyway, next time you are over there, ask yourself the same question.
This was Gayatri's first time to run the entire 10-mile loop, so excitment was in the air. Stretching was cozily warm as the sun hit my back. Gazelles were friendly and talkative (I wish I had introduced myself and vice versa). I helped Minnie with the shirts (I was SO HAPPY to see Minnie), and I met Lynne Dobson. Her family has a connection to David's family that involves a really, yummy hamburger.
Thursday the boys and I went to Fitness Life, and I ran on the treadmill for 35 minutes. I hate running on the treadmill. It seemed harder than running outside. I know everyone says the opposite, but it was harder. I also question the accuracy of the min/mile level. I was huffing and puffing on that thing. One last thing about gyms: do we really, truly need all the mirrors?
Saturday I met Gayatri (Guy-uh-tree) at 6am for our 10-mile run. We chose the trail because it's softer, and we like soft. We went in the direction of the mile markers to save the east side of the trail for daylight. The trail was soooo dark, and we both commented on how our eyeballs were straining to see. It was a pleasant run, and neither of us felt fatigued or irritable.
I pre-cut a goo b/c I can never open them. I put foil and tape around it, but it still got all over my shorts and me. I prefer Clif Blocks anyway, but I didn't have enough of those. Lessons learned...
Across from Joe's Crab Shack, near the end of our run, Gayatri says, "Is that a house or the Alamo?!" I turned to look at the structure, and yes, indeed, one would wonder if it was a house or a replica of the Alamo. Okay, so it doesn't really look exactly like the Alamo, but it's close. And when you are 9 miles into your 10-mile long run, everything is funny. We thought the house was absurd built right on the edge of the cliff on Riverside. Anyway, next time you are over there, ask yourself the same question.
This was Gayatri's first time to run the entire 10-mile loop, so excitment was in the air. Stretching was cozily warm as the sun hit my back. Gazelles were friendly and talkative (I wish I had introduced myself and vice versa). I helped Minnie with the shirts (I was SO HAPPY to see Minnie), and I met Lynne Dobson. Her family has a connection to David's family that involves a really, yummy hamburger.
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