Now I get to complain about the sun. First it’s the cold, now the sun. Perhaps I just don’t like to run, eh?
It’s been three days since my wicked fall. I have a bad scar…a COOL scar across my knee, but it’s not healing. It’s 76 degrees here, and we are waiting until the sun dips down a bit, to do our final 5 miles before the Elk Grove 10K on Sunday.
I’m not a fan of posting before I run, because really I have nothing to say. We are going back on the same Tuesday route, and I’m nervous. That, plus we had a KILLER Mexican food banquet at lunch today, and I mean banquet. I stole was given some cupcakes from the teacher’s lounge at the adjoining high school, and I pounded it all down.
My tummy isn’t so hot tonight. Plus, it’s hot. Plus, I’m lazy and it’s Friday.
Have a great night!!!
*P.S. Just got back. 56:33 minutes, 2 hills, 5 miles. Felt great. Put on old rock: Journey, Aerosmith, Bob Seger, Bon Jovi. Found the offending pipe that tripped me on Tuesday morning. Stole an orange, sat in the spa, found the Big Dipper.