60 days away.

It's getting closer... like moments really.

Yet still. ... YOU'VE GOT TIME!!! You've got time to reach a goal of running/walking our 10K or our half marathon!!

SIXTY DAYS to be exact!! Plenty of time to get your miles up!  You've got this!!!

Lace up those shoes and get outside!!

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Here we are... (again)

It's not September, but somehow it's fall... kids are at day two, which brings us to day... one (well one-ish).

8:30AM and I stand with 5 fantastic women... Feels like we're missing a few (not counting our fallen injured duo). One call to a sleepy Shan and she's out the door, standing/running with us in 3 min. flat (crazy impressive).

Luckily for all our legs everyone had taken a slight summer vacation. There was no leaving anyone in the dust, just a sweet cluster of chatty friends.

Our usual talkative selves were huffing a tad more, than say our March selves. With that said.... We did it. We all showed up with laced up shoes and attitudes that could lift the lowest of spirits.

The next week or so we'll be keeping our pace and miles on the low side. Plenty of time to build up to our pending 10k, half marathon, 25k, marathon, and or 50k goals.

**

If you've ever thought about running with a group (**this group**)... Great time to join in!!! We meet every Tuesday and Thursday at 8:30 AM in the parking lot of San Juan Island Fitness!!
Hope to see you there!

Trial run.

Slowly, we are trading in beach towels and bathing suits....

Alarms are silenced and lazy legs are in motion. Waking anxious darlings and filling them with oatmeal and eggs for their first day back to school. I lace up my new (they're going) back to school tennies and continue with the curling of locks and finding of socks (unintentional rhyming).

With a kiss and a wave and a reminder to "make good choices"... We start our days.

Broken toe-ed BooBoo and I meet, to see how important that tiny toe of hers really is, and if I can run at all after such a long break.

Three blocks up, BooBoo decides that it's too painful... one block up she decides to keep at it, so she could finish her story (besides at my pace it's all manageable). Three miles of ignoring sore toes and out of condition legs, we finish with a "that wasn't so bad" shrug.

***

we met today with our running friends for a back-to-school-little-people-back-to-hanging-out-bigger-people

feeling a bit whale(ish)

Ten more days till the Winthrop marathon (still deciding on running the half or the whole) nine miles are meant for today, but first I've got an eager 7 year old to go get her Pinniped knowledge on.

  

Running in the afternoon can almost always be a little low on the motivated side.  Turns out spending the morning with a group of first graders and eating a cookie the size of ones head, makes it even harder to muster.  

Holding my bag of appropriately spandexy/weather resistant uniform.  I kicked my heals trying to think of reasons/excuses not to run (besides the obvious *I don't wanna*).  Didn't work.  Luckily theres always a Shannon.  And better yet, she's just as tired.

Kathleen (bird counter friend), looking fresh (again, attempting to come up with some emergency that has come up and I've got to leave now) meets up with us.  With a sideways look from Shannon as if to say "not an option".  We head off on our way.

Blue bird only has an hour so pear point we head.  Somewhere around mile five my legs wake up and there's a compromise of walking up the pending steep hill, in replacement of ending at six miles with Kathleen.

We wave our "see you soon" and continue to the hill, and added miles.  Legs falling back to tired, we distract each other with funny.  Laughing at each others dorkiness the time passes quicker.  

Starting to walk, Miss Sideways decides we should run the trail cutting out the so called *steep hill*.  Sounds like an alright trade.  You'd think.  

In the end, both happy we put our runners on.  Had a chance to chat (minus children) , laugh at each other and meet our goals.  So I suppose that counts as a good run!

2012 10k and Half Marathon results!!

Now hopefully everybody's eye site is extra special (sorry for the super small)

WEATHER or not.

We don't get much snow round here.

So when we woke up to a whole 2 inches, we dressed in our warmest.

Met in our usual spot, just a tad later and headed out.

 

Ducking into the woods, proved to be added entertainment.

Six miles of goofing off.

Easily the funnest run We've done all year (yes, I know it's January)!!

Happy New Years.... and stuff.

Firstly, a small reminder to register now for the MARCH 25th RLR 10K & HALF MARATHON. we're only 82 days away!! 

It's Jan. 3rd which means RESOLUTIONS!! I'm a big fan, perhaps it's the lists that you get to write, organized with little boxes and rows.  Or the simple part where your vision of a better you is only a few goals away.  It's hopeful.

So with the new year and a long lists of boxes you get to check off.  A calendar full of Marathons, 10Ks, 25Ks and a possible 50K... all point to lacing up our shoes.

Today's run was staggered.  Four girls starting early (life insisting), Jenny and I a tad later.  We ran short, and probable a bit slow, but all the christmas sweets in our blood are just happy we got out there.

HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAPPY RUNNING
Hears to a year full of a healthier happier you!

Trails today..

Shannon and I met early (well, early-ish) parking one car at American Camp and drove back to town to meet up with the rest of the girls.

We left a little later than expected (shoul've been a little less *ish* and a bit more *early*) making both Stacie and Susan turn back earlier to make it back in time to pick up darlings from school.  Meghan and Deb went the same difference but chose to do an out and back, when considering the time crunch.

The weather felt perfect, allowing tank tops or perhaps just minus a jacket.  Shannon and I went straight through American camp cutting over to Jakals Lagoon and Mt. Finlayson.  Peaking first into the woods then cussing our way up to the top of the mountain.

Did I mention it was beautiful?

like.... really beautiful.

Once you reach the top... there's a sense of accomplishment... plus the part where the worst/hardest part is behind you.  Practically all downhill from there practically...

We finished strong ending back at American camp where the car was parked... holding delicious cookies and chocolate milk (a perk of running far).

Shannon's watch (gps) read 12.0 while my smarty pants phone read 12.6... (I'll take my reading)

short long

At the moment there is a group of about 8 women that are training for Rainshadow Racings DECEPTION PASS 25/50K .  Most of us have signed up for the 25k (15.53 miles).

Our longest run for this period of training has been 12 miles (or 12.5 depending on whos GPS watch/phone you trust more) The 25k is a trail run, so we're doing our best to run on as many as possible.  Running trails is a tricky bit, adding roots, rocks and narrow grooves to tired legs.  Making the less coordinated a tad less comfortable.

Today was our SHORTlong run... 8 miles.  Being November we where layered a tad thicker than normal, still attempting to find the perfect balance.  The four of us headed out hoping that our fifth friend would find us on the road.

Starting out faster than normal.  Out of breath me was happy to stop for a short moment, for our catching up friend.  Not that the stop or the slow lasted very long.  With fresh feet we picked it back up and continued through the foggy, hilly roads.

I forgot my music... but this song kept *running* through my head. 

Ending on a downhill, always helps for an apparent strong finish.

Where are my (!!!!!!!!) shoes?

It's the day after (TOO MUCH CANDY) Halloween... and if I'm allowed to say... running should really happen today.

But, where are my shoes?

I dress the part, search the house...
Quiz the darlings.

*grumble grumble*

Pull on rain boots.

Get the girls to school.
Search my car...

No shoes.

Wait in our usual waiting spot.
Talk with BooBoo, wait for others.

Spry Shannon shows up with "Hills today right?!"
quietly relieved I can't find my shoes.

It's all back on...(!!!)

Tuesday was the first (official) run back for the season, while today was *my* first.  The darlings are all back in school (!!!!) but with that, comes.... the bugs, colds, flu, coughs.... SICKNESS!

Tuesday's run was a gathering of close friends full of comradery, hugs, and overall excitement of the new year/season.  Talks of up coming races and new fun goals.  (all of this I can just assume is true, hence the super sick child, and the staying home part, to take care of the poor dear)

Not being one who ever talks about the weather (sorry I ALWAYS talk about the weather) you won't be bored when I tell you how freakishly de-LOVELY it was out today!! Oh, how we love our northwest Septembers!! Children sit happily in classrooms, while we run the streets of our island town.

When we all met up today I presented our run options.  The short and the long of it.  To my relief, it was with majority rule that we ran the short.  Most everyone, with the explanation of "not enough time".

The gravel pit was a welcome route, short, pretty sights and the breeze that comes off the water felt divine (not sure when I became a woman that uses the word divine).  We all stuck together, kept the pace easy and the conversation high.

So happy to be back with you all!!




3.77 miles 9min. 45sec. average

Can't sleep

I'm three days deep in self pity, full of sneezing, coughing, heavy chested, sniffly, horsed voice.... annoying myself just writing that.

But the early to bed coughing stupor I put myself into came with a midnight jolt, an eyes wide open DO SOMETHING!!  Days of couch detention has come to a halt, or a least, a midnight jolt. As I lye there, thoughts of where I'd like to run and "I wonder how fast I could go" swirled...  Then quickly turned to thoughts of lost time, sluggish legs and a heavy wheezy chest.

Allowing myself a moment or two more of *poor me* my thoughts then turned to music... to bands I'd like to see and songs I'd like to look up lyrics to.  This helped, almost always does.

Midnight me, rolled... no, popped out of bed and found my Ipod.  Now plugged in I'm scrubbing a neglected toilet, folding that pile of clothes, washing those left over dishes.  And strangely it's all... right.

I'll be running in the early AM... unless of course, I find my headlamp.

Night.

San Juan Island Marathon... 10k, half and Full...

The San Juan Island Marathon was this last weekend... and without a hitch, it went.

Everything from the weather to the loads of people who traveled from near and far to get here.  Boats, planes and bicycles... (the cars part goes without saying, right?)

BooBoo and I have been the race directors now, for 3 successful runs.  It was my pleasure to be the volunteer coordinator for an event that is 9 years strong, and with an already great following.  To sit backseat, watching the mighty Paul Hopkins and Clark Gilbert in action was an entertaining and informative position. Thanks fellas.

We (the Boo, plus the darlings) had the privilege in working the last water station of the race.  It hit all three sections.  All inspiring in their own rights.  From the seeing impared woman in the 10k to the countless overheated and sweetly emotional many making it up the last grueling hill.  All with admirable high spirits and "what a gorgeous day/place" attitudes.

Happy to be a part of such a great event.

Great job runners.. and a HUGE *THANK YOU* to all our amazing volunteers!!
xo

Sunshine... makes *our* feet H A P P Y!!

So much talk about weather lately... I try my hardest to avoid it, but ultimately when it's been M O N T H S without a bright streak, it's hard not to mention. Soooooo YAY SUNSHINE!!!

**I've been absent a bit, I apologize, sort of a rough winter... full of broken bones, sprained ankles and cold grey skies. But I'm back... and running!!**

Today it was Shannon and *new Jenny* (remind me to tell you about the plethora of JEN, JENNY and JENNIFERs here on this island... it's almost obscene).  We ran pear point (Jenny and I) while Shannon pants ran another six.  My intention was to run the 12 with Shan, but was saved by the boat!!  Both my Mama and darling sister Elizabeth were on the 8:35 ferry, only allowing me enough time to run the first half.

The girls were fast, (I know, shocking) but I managed to keep up.... filling each other in on the past weekends shenanagins.  A wedding, an 80's dance party and  a BF's IRONMAN *CONGRATS* get-together!!  So much to talk about, making the time and feet fly by.

**

6 miles 9:16 pace

2011 RLR 10k race results!!!

1. Susan Stehn.................#113.................. 46.46
2. Casey Swirtz...............#122...................47.47
3. Irina Bell.....................#104...................48.35
4. Heather Highland.......#105...................50.14
5. Stacie Tangney...........#148...................51.23
6. Violetta Jimenez.........#143...................51.47
7. Rachel Goodremant...#153...................54.56
8. Aileen Murphy...........#152....................54.56
9. Deb Vermeire.............#139...................55.45
10. Kathleen Foley.........#147...................56.01
11. Judith Bunnell..........#102...................57.41
12. Denyse Davis..........#101....................58.19
13. Sarah Stehn.............#114....................58.42
14. Jennifer Anderson...#124....................1.00.49
15. Kelly Shannon........#108....................1.01.20
16. Jen Fleming............#145.....................1.01.43
17. Kim Erickson.........#142.....................1.01.50
18. Kim Wickman........#130.....................1.02.54
19. Carrie Weaver........#111.....................1.02.31
20. Laurie Riley...........#112.....................1.02.54
21. Carmen Jimenez....#123.....................1.03.55
22. Olivia Schatz.........#167.....................1.04.24
23. Kristi Richardson..#136.....................1.04.56
24. Belinda Hedin.......#134.....................1.05.20
25. Tracy Roberson....#155.....................1.06.10
26. Lisa Beckt.............#156.....................1.06.10.94
27. Dawna Schatz.......#166.....................1.06.11.37
28. Barbara Lord........#103......................1.06.11.66
29. Vida Wight...........#117......................1.09.51
30. Savannah Hoffman#120....................1.09.52
31. Danica Ratkovich..#106....................1.10.12
32. Amber Garcia.......#175.....................1.10.13
33. Chelsea Foussard..#173.....................1.11.40
34. Cere Demuth........#116.....................1.11.52
35. Juniper Maas........#141.....................1.13.01
36. Cady Seiler..........#154.....................1.13.41
37. Jaquelyn Reiff......#138.....................1.14.35
38. Merideth Miller....#164.....................1.16.00
39. Jeanette Mayes.....#162.....................1.16.01
40. Ava Hoffman ......#119.....................1.23.11
41. Meghan Hoffman.#118....................1.23.21
42. Maria Schatz........#168.....................1.23.32
43. Lisa Guard...........#165.....................1.23.33
44. Mildred Foss.........#174.....................1.25.57
45. Becky Greenway..#107.....................1.29.10
46. Sherry Lawson.....#129.....................1.29.11
47. Audrey Espinoza..#135....................1.30.18
48. Kim Seiler-Bell......#133...................1.30.19
49. Nancy Devaux.....#137.....................1.30.53
50. Jane Bell...............#125....................1.30.54
51. Jenn Furber..........#161.....................1.31.17.26
52. Jennifer Horn.......#160.....................1.31.17.64
53. Jennifer Whalen...#146.....................1.35.02.02
54. Libbey Oswald.....#158...................1.35.02.65
55. Teri Gentry...........#110....................1.35.03
56. Penny Dunn.........#109.....................1.35.15.36
57. Michelle Lambright#115..................1.35.15.74
58. Kare Brown.........#127.....................1.35.37.37
59. Roxanne Angel...#179......................1.37.22
60. Natasha Frey.......#149.....................1.38.53
61. Michelle Waldron.#163...................1.38.56
62. Staci Baker...........#128....................1.42.38
63. Debbie Cutting.....#126....................1.42.59
64. Marcy Hahn.........#150.....................1.43.03
65. Brenda Beckett....#151....................1.43.05
66. Jan Bolwinkle-smith#144................1.43.06
67. Susan Williamson.#172...................1.43.06.05
68.Tanja Williamson..#171....................1.43.06.80
69. Susie Murfin.........#132...................1.47.41
70. Leslie Mutchler.....#131...................147.38
71. Jennifer Deshon....#121...................1.48.10.07
72. Kira Sable.............#176...................1.48.10.58
73. Desirae Whalen....#178...................1.51.39
74. Ashley King..........#177..................1.51.41
75. Tori Zehner..........#170...................1.51.55
76. Deanna Elinge......#169..................1.51.56

Such a great job Everyone!! Thanks for coming out!

FIRST RUN BACK !!!!

My first thoughts out the door were..."perhaps I should wait till spring for my first run back (it's colder than a ______ on a ____ in the middle of _____!)"

But I pulled on my fancy new pinstripe (yes pinstripe, it's formal wear for running apparently) leggings, all my masses of layers, not to mention both my *ankle and wrist braces* special me and met with the girls.

Annette joined us this morning love that, along with Stacey, Meghan, Casey and Tamara... Once the discussion of jacket no jacket, vest no vest, was figured.. we were chillily off.

Meghan who is training for her first IRONMAN just ran the grueling Fat Ass 25K and is doing the expected "I'm going to be really slow today" and "I'm seriously just going to be taking it easy..." Meanwhile mile .08 both Tamara and I are looking at our watches feeling a bit deflated with the taking it easy pace of 8:15 minute miles.  *We slow down*

This is my third run since the incident and my fingers are crossed that I can make it past 1.5 miles.

Halfway up cattle point rd., the turn off is with in sight... considering my options of distance and injuries, I can see the "don't be an idiot" look on Tamara's face and don't even mention the part about wanting to continue on (cause I know she's right).... baby steps.

We yell our "goodbye" and wave our "have a nice run" turning onto the trail.  The muddy *please don't twist your ankle* and feel free to *walk* trail.  Out of the woods, and up ahead is Annette, smiley as always.  Upon passing, we smile and shout out encouragingly to one another.

There is a big hill up ahead, but being the injured one I have a free pass of let's just walk up this hill.... nothing to do with ankles or knees or really... any, pain at all.  Just simply... don't wanna.

Not sure if I've mentioned this before (or perhaps one million times before!!) But I LOVE how the ending to all our runs is a big fat DOWNHILL... thanks Spring St.!!




**Super happy to be back... A reminder we are having our RUN LADIES RUN 10K is coming up fast!! MARCH 27TH!! Register now, it's a mere $10 although the price will be raising to $15 so please do so soon!! **

Seattle half marathon

We got to Seattle the afternoon before. Leaving the babes with husbands and trading in our motherly duties for ones of lighter stature (shopping, eating, makeovers... running really far)

Checked into our hotel, went upstairs to unload our over stuffed bags... turns out we've both managed to ruin both our keys.

 Then off to my favorite part... Packet pickup slash expo.  Where I picked up a handy new gadget called IFITNESS running belt, always carrying so many random helpful things.  I'm in constant lookout for the perfect pouch of sorts.

We waited in line and shook the hand of fellow Idol, Mr. Scott Jurek. Who, being the stellar athlete and all around *good human being* that he is, signed all of our bibs and wished us well in our running endeavors. 

Meeting up with Katie and Ron Robertson to both hug our support and pick up our yellow TEAM KARINA JEAN shirts and buttons.  They recently lost their daughter in a fight against lukemia.  Their daughter Annika, as a school project put together an incredible fundraiser earning $40,000 benefitting cancer research        A M A Z I N G!! 

Got to bed at a decent hour (only being shushed a couple of times) but not before, every darned alarm clock we could find was set, and at alternating times.  The fear of not waking up is a strong one. 

5:15 am comes fast.... 

Heading out the door we pick up a shannon, and somehow acquire a Zach.  Not really sure where we're going, we trust the other masses of sheep. With quick (trying to stay warm!) steps we make it to the start.

Luckily, we've got the magic chips to keep track of our true time... and with this crowd, crossing the start line is going to take ages. So, when that horn blows... we shuffle.  Saving the fast feet, swerving and dodging for a few more moments.  The sensible Shannon, Kathleen and BooBoo, hold strong to the save your energy approach. While like the bunny, I pretend to be. Darted up with the fella. Where we spent the next nine miles weaving in and out of runners.  Hopping up and over curbs, sidewalks and barriers.

So many people all around, it felt impossible to break away.  

Randomly (miles later) to our left I see Shannon and kathleen coming up strong.  Tired me, ready to slow down, now feeling an extra boost to keep up our pace.  Honing in my nonchalant question asking skills making Shan talk us up the next few hills. 

Up ahead we can see the SPACE NEEDLE  teasing us with it's non-closeness.

One mile left, and the others look unphased, like they could easily run another 12 miles.  While I'm no longer talking and merely concentrating on keeping up.

nearly there...

As we turn into the stadium (great end to a race btw) we dig deep.

and finish... strong!

thank goodness for *that guy*...

And... we're done.

1:59:17

Onto the 20...

I can't remember if it's GRIT & BEAR IT or GRIN & BEAR IT... perhaps it's not BEAR at all but BARE.  But, wouldn't that mean exposing oneself opposed to the beast (hurting my head)?

Whichever, whatever.. one was accomplished and twenty miles was the outcome.

(And the foot is oh thank goodness not any worse off)

Dressed like we were off to run Antarctica, we headed out through town onto Beaverton Valley Rd. BooBoo was running 10 miles, which meant after 4, she was off on her own.

We discussed the first water drop. And how (strong language) cold it was!!  Thank goodness for smart weather resistant thin layers.  We've got everything from long compression socks, base layers, and gloves to jackets, hats and arm warmers.

Our half way mark included a short quarter mile out and back that will hopefully measure the proper distance we won't be having to add onto the end of our run.  We fill our water bottles, empty our bladders (tmi?), peel our satsumas... then with freshly frozen fingers... shuffle our legs to begin again.

The second half separates us.  The chilly undertone of our run, has silenced us, and it's turned to... good music and fast feet.  Although always in each others sights.

Once we've reached the outskirts of town, the realization of proper calculations is a comfort.  There will be no adding on of millage.  Just a simple stop and mild dusting of our shoulders of a job well done.

locker room after run... *notice the can of tuna in hand*

hot tub, cold chocolate milk...mmmmm
(this photo's not doing it justice, but notice how white shannon's poor fingers are?)

the choc. milk was swell and all, but...

20 miles... average pace 9min. 42sec.

a trial run... of sorts..

Last week we ran our eighteen miles..
While it felt good at the time running.  The next morning, I could barely walk on it without wanting to cry.

After a full summer of BooBoo's aching foot saga.  I was scared to find out what this *new pain* meant for my running future.

So today we ran a four mile jaunt with the hopes of feeling, no pain.
Not so much, it was a grit and bear it run all four miles.  shucks.

We are meant to run 20 miles in two days, and now the question is, do I risk it and get on with it? Or do I hold off and let it rest a bit?

There is a good reason why it's a well known fact that runners make the worst patients.  The whole GET ON WITH it happens a bit more often than most would like to admit.

Dropping like flies...

For one week I was out of the Gym, off the roads and sentenced to seven full days of rest and hopeful relaxation.... My once bragged about superpower of a shockingly high immune system, was proven to be a big fat sham.  Turns out I'm a mere mortal... shucks.

***

You would assume the lack of lovlies would be due to the serious temperature drop paired with the blustery rudeness.  But apparently, no.  It was a child with possible chicken pox, work commitments, chest colds, and a cat with an unfortunate puncture to it's head.

So that left Meghan, Waeow, and I... After completely changing our course we turned our trusty watches on, hoping the satellites will quickly show themselves so we could get on with the running part.  

Waeow stayed with us for the first three miles, turning onto a Schoolhouse #2 rd. (a six mile loop, pretty sure she made it a farther run than that though).  The wind not helping matters, we continued on with all layers intact.  Although the first article of clothing shed was a flyaway hat, chucked into a fellow RLR's mailbox about a mile down the road.

Legs, breath and well... body, all looking forward to getting to the magical six mile mark.  Where suddenly cadence and heart rate settle into a more natural feeling groove.  We spent some time talking about how hard getting out there and running three miles can be compared to ten most days.  So basically, to all of you out there just starting out, it gets easier the further you go! Promise.

Unfortunately, or possibly fortunately... the part where we got to our awaited, easier miles.  Also came the first of many dreaded forever long hills (and please don't mistake me for saying we hadn't already been running many, this is just one we literally dread) Needless to say, it was time to quiet our banter and plug into some hopefully inspiring music to push us up, and on.

Around mile nine, and yes running up yet another hill, I laughed outloud.  And continued for the next 3min. 35seconds thanks to the song I Got Hurt Feeling/Tears of a Rapper by Flight of the Concords.  Trying to replay the silly going on in my earbuds, I'm pretty sure I just slaughtered it with my giggly off-key-ness.  Apparently, the goofy.. helps with the miles flying by part, though.

On top of Bailer Hill the wind decided to pick up a bit.  We yelled at it to "quit it already", but it was to no avail.  So instead we yelled at it to "keep on blowing", holding onto some control of the situation.  Oh, and while your at it, feel free to start to rain a bit... thats right, who's in charge round here? 

When we reached the False Bay turn out and self made water station, we noticed the sun breaking through the dark clouds over the Olympic Mountains.  Suddenly so happy we chose this route, not to mention the fact that we live in such a place.  False Bay road is a favorite (perhaps you recall it being the main attraction of the RLR Half Marathon) yet running it from this direction, is not.  It makes the once gradual downhill... a three mile mockery of our leg strength.  It's just a good thing it's purdy, I suppose.

Turning onto Cattle Point rd. is a mild relief.  Our homeward stretch, no more turns, and only.. *cough*.. two more dreaded hills to go.  The mild part, being it's still five miles away from sitting in a hot tub.  Once we reached the peak of the last hill, Meghan pointed over to... oh, what's that??... a rainbow.  Awe, so close now.  My once light and strong legs, have turned to aching and impatient.  Getting gritty, but, yes... so close.

Turning onto Spring St., we step up our pace, look at our watches and decide how important it is to end on an even number or settle for the 17.45... we ran on, cause we're annoying like that.

Where's the beep.... ahhh.... there's the beep.  Almost uncomfortable our legs stop running, we walk for a moment then hug our "thank goodness it's overs!!"

Hi, hot tub.

18 miles

average pace, 9 min. 32 seconds.