I go through phases in life where I get somewhat obsessed with one thing, thinking about it, talking about it (sorry, Matty B), obsessing over it.
So it is with running these days.
I ran 10 miles this morning. If I say it was fabulous, will we still be friends?
I ran 10 miles this morning. 2 miles of silence, 2 miles of music, 6 miles of Joy the Baker podcasts.
I ran 10 miles this morning. The weather was perfect. Sunny, but not too warm.
I ran 10 miles this morning. I was on the Whitman College campus when an elderly couple, flagged me down to ask for directions. I apologized, letting them know that I didn’t attend Whitman and was purely running through. The lady made my morning by telling me that I looked like a college student. I guess my hair doesn’t look gray when it’s sweaty.
I ran 10 miles this morning. It was easy. Well, it was hard, but compared to last week’s 9 miles, it was easy. And then I came home and sat at the table for 45 minutes eating watermelon and peaches.
I ran 10 miles this morning. And then I took the kids over to my parents house under the guise of “watching football,” except we all know it was just an excuse to lay on the couch and let other people entertain my children.
Also, spinach/banana/strawberry/protein powder smoothie.
Also, yay Broncos!
I ran 10 miles today. And then at the grocery store I saw this poster and got excited because my crazy running obsessed brain saw “fun run”.
Normal people will note that this event is a baked potato bar called Potato FUN at Quail RUN. No running. Just eating potatoes.
I might have a problem.