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| Don't hate me, hyoomans, because I get da rubs. |
Today I made one of the other members of my zoo happy by taking him for a tempo run that was supposedly at marathon pace.
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| TAKE ME RUNNING WOMAN |
It was a little nippy out for a March morning, but we braved the cold and managed to, of course, run the tempo too fast. I blame it all on large dog being generally over-exuberant about the run.
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| FYI: My marathon pace doesn't have an "8" in it. At all. |
But the run was, overall, a nice run, especially since I dug out a pair of fleece-lined running tights I completely forgot I had nabbed at a TJ Maxx and--you're not going to believe this--when I ran in them, they didn't fall down causing me to chafe in unmentionable places. I would give the brand a really large shout-out....but there's no brand on them. That's the risk you take when you get your gear at TJ Maxx, I guess.
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| The dog bed really completes this pic. |
There's also a risk when you're writing a blog post hopped up on NyQuil that it will end abruptly because it's sleepy time now, seeing as this little runner is getting sick and all.
NyQuil-laced learnings:
- I got this dumb cold from the hubbs. Stoopid germ-riddled husbands.
- Didn't stop me from running, though. Because I'm a moron.
- I just need to be better soon for my 20 miler on Saturday.
- I also need to go to bed. Nite, all!
Tomorrow's workout: 30 minutes on the bike.
