After failing to meet my goal of 12 miles last weekend, I was determined to give it everything I had when I stepped out the door yesterday morning. My morning started per the normal Saturday Routine and I made my usual coffee and oatmeal. When I went to start the coffee, I saw something sorta upsetting. The mesh sieve that
As with anything that’s long anticipated and filled with fun, love and excitement, I’m definitely more than a little bummed that this weekend has come to an end. I don’t have pictures and recaps. On Thursday I sort of entertained the notion of photographing the fun, food and family but I’m easily caught up in the moment and have always had
I took myself out on a four-miler this morning despite thinking it might not be the best idea. Even though my run on Saturday didn’t end in extreme soreness and pain, my legs still needed time to recover from the distance. I also woke up very dehydrated. Like fuzzy tongue dehydrated. Given the circumstances, I wasn’t going to be too