It was beautiful yesterday so we ran outside. Sam needed to run 4 miles (woot!) and I needed to do 5. We decided that the boys could play with the neighbors and we could run together. Yeah! A running partner! Well, sort of. I love running with the girls, chatting, and just getting out. Running with Sam was not much of a chat. It was great to run with someone (he did 2 miles out and I did 2.5 then turned around). I tried striking up the conversation "what's up?" "how was your day?" - got alot of one word answers. No questions back.
When I run with the girls it's lots of talk about boys, sex, body parts, kids, pretty much nothing is off limits. Sam was not feeling that. He turned around at 2 miles to head home and for some reason I just took off. I ended up running mile 4 at 8:56! What? Who ran that? I felt great. I was just going. Didn't even look at the Garmin.
Got back to the house and hung out with Sam and the neighbor - she offered a beer, I said "yes". Then it was time for dinner. Yum. Then bedtime....even better. Except that meant bike time. Oh no! My legs were tired from my amazing run.
|Getting ready for the run. Wearing my new Bondi Band|
|Stupid sideways pic. Sam gearing up for the run.|
|The boys getting in some hill sprints|
Run done. Bike Done. Whew!