This place makes me happy
Thursday's 3 mile midweek run was in a word, fucking miserable. Oops. That was two words. My bad.
I know that the return to running outdoors from the treadmill is always hard. I also know it hurts a bit when you up your weekly mileage by like 200%. If you add to that the additional, ahem... "donut damage" I inflicted on myself during my running laziness, and it becomes downright painful, and not pretty to watch. I was hoping that by returning to one of my favorite running spots I could offset some of the pain.
I was right. Sort of.
My white pelicans were there. Shitty picture, but cool birds.
This time I ran along the single track trail that goes closest to the water, so I could watch my feathered friends.
Pretty day out there...
That lead to my first flesh tank top of the season
Molly Melanoma at your service.
Calling this run slow is like calling Lady Gaga odd, it is a massive understatement
but it was really great to be out there again. I almost felt like a runner again.