To heck with Treadmill Thursday's [celebrate silently Jamoosh].
This run yesterday.
The Pita came home Tuesday night saying he had meetings in Prescott. Immediately [ding, ding, ding - that's my brain, by the way] ---- I must go. I feel a training trail run coming on. So after 1.5 hours of lame stock broker chatter from a conference call blasted in on his crackberry. [who uses crackberry's anyway?].
We had arrived. However, I had issues [shock]. I don't have a cute belt thing. So I'm trying to
So I thought we had worked out how I'd get the keys and refuel as needed. Nope.
f a i l.
So a little over 4 miles in I was like, "heck ya, this is okay!"
So I snapped this photo.
Yes, I had tried to swing by the car location for refueling - which is why you see cars not dirt.
So I found the grossest water fountain I could find and off I went.
So how'd it go?
Temp was "supposed" to be 79. Was 88.
Did I wear sunscreen? No
Altitude kill me? a little.
iPhone case [farmer] tan? Check.
Getting stopped by a 65 year old couple asking me why my face was so red. I answered by asking where the nearest grocery store was. "Oh honey, it's a mile away!!" Which sounded like 5 steps away at that point. I had $2 in my pants, heck ya.
Two water bottles later. Happy me. Off to my mountainous death. But first, just one little hill to climb. Seriously, this photo makes me look like a wimp - and kinda stupid - but the grade/steepness of this hill is so NOT actually represented in this lame photo.
this dorky one better.
flaring and all.
So off to the real mountain. I ran 12 in total but . . . .This is how I'd like to express my "actual" 9 mile TRAIL run portion.
I was so mad at how poorly I felt that I did two one mile repeats.
Mile 1: 7:06
Mile 2: 7:36
Then, the Pita drove by saying, "you don't look good. Hey, want your water?"