The weather was perfect. We took the Guys to the park after dinner, then home for baths and bedtime. They didn't nap yesterday, sorry Hubs, so they were ready for bed just before 8:00PM. As they were watching their pre-bed Paw Patrol (Seriously, the feminist in me cringes at all the stupid cartoons out now. Can we have more than ONE female Paw Patrol member? And can she not like pink? Because that makes me want to smack the entire show upside the face!) episode I changed into my running clothes. As soon as they were in bed, I headed out.
When I say the weather was perfect, I mean it. It was maybe 60 degrees out, the sun was setting, there was a cool breeze, and ZERO humidity. I was aiming for three miles, then switched it to four since I felt so good. I also tried to get in negative splits and was really sprinting by the end of my fourth mile.
I took a weird route through my neighborhood and by the time I finished mile four I realized I was about three-quarters of a mile away from my house. I said, screw it, and decided to go for five miles.
|Lobster face post-run picture!|