|Totally bitchin' & gnarly, dude.|
Sunday's 14 miles with Kerrie and Alma was spectacular. It was overcast, slightly chilly, and the air was crisp. Sure, there was the occasional sunbreak here and there, but it didn't rain once. Sa-weet! Win! The trail had its fair share of runners, walkers and cyclists, mainly dressed in all-ninja-black...so Kerrie, Alma and I stood out a bit with our clothing color choices: blue, pink and some hot green thrown in for good measure. Unfortunately we didn't get a pic with Alma at the start, as she only went out 5 miles with us.
This was my longest run since having the Goob, and I must be honest, I was a little nervous! Last week's 12 miles had me panting and ravenous at the end, and so I was a little worried my stomach would eat me alive if I didn't refuel properly throughout this run. GAH! Of course, this is where I need to improve: refueling. My watermelon GU Chomps held me over for the first 7 miles, but I seriously started fading at mile 11. Uber fail. You know my energy level would be much higher if I had drank that Tiger's blood prior to meeting up with Kerrie & Alma....notes for next time.
My life wouldn't be complete without a nekkid semi spotting during my long runs nowadays. Those filthy buggers are stalking me, I swear. They are even near my house again. Thank goodness Kerrie was around as my backup. Just like I was there for her when our 7-mile-turnaround area was precisely where two big Canadian Geese were resting. They weren't looking for a fight. But if they had been...I would've kicked some goose butt. (Hee hee, goose butt! I love it!)
Kerrie and I asked ourselves one particularly interesting question: do other runners take us seriously when we are dressed in our pink/blue/green skirts and running gear? All the other Sunday AM exercise enthusiasts were donning the standard black and white apparel. Did they think that we were merely running a mile or two? We were curious.
If you saw us running, would you have thought we were out for 14 miles?
We only stopped once at the 7 mile mark for a photo-op, some stretching and some refueling. The other pictures were taken post-run in our noodle-legged delirium.
Overall, Kerrie and I were totally "bi-winners:" for outfit choice and running length! Ha!
|We were banging seven gram rocks and finishing them. Because that's how we roll...*|
*No, not really. That's a Sheen quote reference. Puh-leeze.