Adding to my concern is the fact that i just don't feel good. With the puppy and life in general, i am getting just enough sleep for "sit on her ass" me to get by. But "stupidly training for a marathon me" is just not having this. I'm trying to keep myself alive by pounding emergen-C the way the jershey shore crew pounds protein powder...
Those assholes were taking up the entire couch! I might as well run because there is nowhere to sit. Because this was a longer run, i was going to need to bring a little extra something to keep me going. Sadly, the absolutely useless pocket on my sweater only holds a single energy chew...
|seriously, that is a single chew. Also, i have really small hands.|
The run was actually really awesome. The weather was perfect. It wasn't too cold, and it was overcast. I know most people like a nice sunny day, but when you're a ginger, a little cloud cover is a gift. I ran 10 miles, which blew by, and then did two more. I felt great, and was totally ready to keep going, but my group leader advised that taking it slow is the best thing i can do, and you should feel great, and not tired after a run.
|If you don't feel like taking 10 million photos of yourself, you've run too hard.|
That really made me think of all the training runs where i felt like i would die after. Maybe i was doing something wrong there...
|While i was down there, i realized waffles is hoarding her toys. And that i am terrible at cleaning.|
I was so annoyed that i just grabbed a cardboard box and dragged it around the store as a ghetto cart. When a girl needs bulk waffle fries, a girl needs bulk waffle fries..... I got a lot of judgmental looks as i scooted my box of groceries all over the store (Matt said it looked like i was scooting and looting), but i like to think that a few people were like, "yeah, you don't need a cart! you scoot that box!"
|In case you were doubting any of this.|
Thats all i have for now!