I had a fantastic [something] run last night; don’t know what you’d call it. A try-to-run-my-ass-off-as-fast-as-I-can-for-six-miles run. Good? Good.
It was WARM; I don’t think I’ve ever gone running in shorts here in February…and I was still sweating like a pig when I got home. My husband said the whole living room smelled like B.O. Sexy.
It was also really windy last night. I know I complain about a lot of things, but when I complain about wind, I really mean it. Wind is only second to snow-slush junk on my list of most-despised running obstacles.
The plan was to kick it up a notch for the second half, but I turned around to face a stubborn wall o’ wind. It was all I could do just to keep under a 10:00 pace. Then I got angry at the wind and I think it gave me an extra burst of energy.
This was a whopping minute faster than last week’s six miler. I ran in the Kinvaras again and I think I love them more each time. I’ve been alternating them with the Adidas TR-10s because I always feel a little tender after my nights in the kinvaras. I feel like they help me run faster but make me work harder at the same.
(And okay, we also went out for margaritas and fish tacos. We had a rough week and we deserve it.)
It’s a handsome beer. Comes in a slightly-larger-than-12-oz. corked green bottle with a sophisticated-looking black and white label.
It pours a rich golden amber with just a bit of white foam, like champagne bubbles. It had a tart green apple flavor and underlying hints of sweet malts and spice.
The Bare Tree toast: “With every bare tree lives the promise of a new life.”
I like that.
Tomorrow is the big Polar Bear (snort) Run downtown. I haven’t done any races in a while, and the weather looks fantastic – sunny and 40s. There’s a three- and a five-mile race that are staggered so you can do them both. I haven’t decided on that part yet (or whether I’ll even get up and run tomorrow!) but it would be nice to get my long run out of the way.
Big plans this weekend?