frida so, so, so, soooooo very much enjoys running with me, especially as the temps get colder. she can easily do 10 mile and under runs and gives me a “wait – what? we’re stopping?” look every time ( no surprise really since malamutes frequently make best running breeds lists ). i’m pretty sure she could easily do a marathon. it makes me wonder what sort of training regime she’d have to do to not get injured.
i don’t want to check a bag so i have to fit everything in a carry-on. but packing layers for cold/rainy running weather crowds out the space for street clothes. hi. ho. i have my priorities and am thankful that i work for a company where i can wear the same outfit for four days and nobody will think less of me 🙂
60°F temps on november 15th(?!) means i get one more run in wearing shorts!
( i can’t be the only one who gets the tom robbins reference in the title, right? )
on a run in maine. this poop is very smelly and new. what’s it from? should i run faster?
update: the consensus is that it’s black bear scat from a bear who has been munching on blueberries.
after an 8 mile run, it feels like THE SURFACE OF THE SUN!
relented and had to pick up last mile in the evening. i’m a wimp.
“at least it’s not a nipple fissure!”
i was dragging it a bit on a 13 mile run and thought i could use some easy energy so i made a pitstop at the house and grabbed what i thought was a bottle of honey from the pantry. downed a tablespoon and thought, “oooooh what delicious artisan honey is this? and how did it get such strong vanilla notes?
i turned the bottle over. aaaahhhhh, not honey after all.