Or at least have been acting like it...
Oh, summer... goodbye.
This funny little town has one night a week that it stirs up a tad and invites the locals to come on over and sing their hearts out. Sometimes it sounds incredible yet mostly its just fun to watch the awfulness come alive (sorry thats not very nice... you're mom sounded lovely)... *karaoke*
So home at 2am and up and at em at 7am, keeping my cool at the constant loss of one shoe, not to mention the backpack, and the "just please, brush your teeth ladies!!", ... and we're out the door.
It's thursday, which not only means running with my lady part friends (I realize that sounds pretty gross, but it's sort of funny... right?.. no?... it is.) but it also means a longer distance.
So with lack of sleep on my side, I grabbed an extra water and told everyone the route I thought was best suited for the day... it was quickly adjusted. And we were off.
Cursing the lack of sunglasses, we tried to truly appreciate the warmth of our late september sun.
We were eight in all. Five running the full twelve and three begrudgingly running the six I originally suggested. The second part was a trip to the FH lab trails. Where there was only a mild amount of tripping and stumbling, at least there wasn't any brilliant BooBoo tumbles... def. DO NOT need any more of those. Have I mentioned that she recently broke a toe?? Oh dear BooBoo, please stop it. x
We finished the trail, ran up a large hill, then there was a suggestion (from the off road girl) that maybe we should run back the same direction taking full advantage of the TRAIL.. We were split now, Shannon and Meghan running through the woods once again and Deb, Tamara and I making our way on the main roads. Where we'll have to do a few creative loops to make it an even twelve.
On the tail end of one of our creative loops there was a mere suggestion that we add on a tiny more... and thats where we got the adorable $#%#$ ^&*$$# from, I won't say who (it wasn't Deb, or I) And once again we split.
In the end it was a rather fast twelve and a happy one at that even with the mild cursing.
thanks gals.
12 miles, ave. pace 9min 34sec
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