It’s hot outside. Where is my fall? It was 68 when I started running this morning, 78 when I finished. GROSS.
Yes, I caved and did Frankenthon instead of my 20-miler. (yes 3rd year i’ve done that). I signed up yesterday afternoon and then regretted it all evening. I started reading too much medical junk online and drove myself nuts late in the day. Then after dinner last night, wound up with me crying and Dan telling me that I would be fine to run and that I would stop if I couldn’t. (yeah, because runner’s have brains, this one doesn’t).
I felt fine the whole time, the best i’ve felt at the end of that distance for sure, although the sun really sucked. And minus the part where I knocked some sense into myself (not going to go into detail on that) 😉 I recycled the kitty ears from year one, I was too lazy to go to the store and get a new headband.
I’m a happy camper now, going to watch the AU game which I am sure won’t be pretty, then my Rangers! I told Dan he better get me a damn good dinner, just need to figure out what I want!