Happy Stretchy Pants Day, ya'll!
Here's what the break down looked like:
Mile 0: Wow, I'm running! 13 miles to go, this is going to be GREAT!
Mile 1: I can already taste the Krispy Kreme's at the finish!
Mile 2: Man, I should have made a better playlist.
Mile 2.5: Update Facebook status from phone while running "Yay, running!"
Mile 2.6: Wow, that used up like a whole minute. Let's change songs.
Mile 3: A little more sombering, ran past a solider wearing full kevlar and pro-mask running with POW*MIA flag. Choked back sobs, just felt so blessed to be alive and running.
Mile 4: Finally got breathing under control again from choked back sobs.
Mile 5: Awesome crowds through Piedmont Park, wish dude holding Krispy Kremes would have offered me one, fatty.
Mile 6: All of the firemen hanging out in front of the fire station: smoking HOT! Thanks for the pep in my step, hunky men.
Mile 7: Enough of these damn hills!
Mile 8: Yay, free sport beans! Must stuff bra full of beans to make me look busty in case we run by another fire house ...
Mile 9: Lalalalala, Gangnam style!
Mile 10: Whoop, 10 digit run! Haven't done this in almost 8 months.
Mile 11: I think I feel a serious blister on my toe. New socks were not a good idea. I think I read about that somewhere ...
Mile 12: Turkey, turkey, turkey!
Mile 12.5: Damn these hills!
13.1: YAY! My legs didn't fall off.
Whoa quadzilla. I earned my turkey this morning! Or at least a huge chunk of my home made blackberry pie.
Nom, nom, nom!
And alas, I had to work this afternoon. Nothing like a hour-long walk to loosen up these tight gams, though.
What did you make for Thanksgiving?!
Do you have leftovers? Can I come over and have some?
Did you travel or stay in?
I stayed in. I couldn't take time off to visit fam over this holiday and also take time off over Christmas/New Years. Such is life.
Did you exercise at all?
Um, just a little 13.1 mile jog.