Hubby: Or less.
Me: Less? Oh, right, if my knee hurts.
Hubby: Remember, don't be a hero. Be a wuss.
With that parting conversation ringing in my ears, I headed out for a run with my littlest midge in the jogger on Saturday. I was an obedient spouse and kept it slow, added a loop at the end rather than a complete out and back to avoid any downhills (doctor's orders), and walked back through the door at 5.25 miles. It was a great run with perfect weather around 45 degrees. My little one fell asleep one mile in and started to wake up less than a mile from home.
My legs were a little sluggish at first but felt better and better as the miles passed. One of these days I'll plug the G-man into the computer so I can share more specifics, but for now I am okay with not knowing. I'm just enjoying the run.
I smelled a skunk around the two mile mark; then on my way back there was a dead skunk where there was not a skunk before. It was gross but also a little sad. My husband asked if I kicked it to the side of the road so it wouldn't keep getting run over. Ummm, no. I thought about taking a picture but decided if you really want to see pictures of fresh roadkill you can Google it.
Instead here is another view from my run:
It was cool to actually be able to see the snow moving down the mountain.
I haven't solidified my running plan for the next 13 weeks, but I am running tonight. The finer details of that run are TBD. I had a highly stressful morning putting out fires (not literally because that would be crazy) for a work project I am trying to finish. I crave (literally this time) running when I am stressed. Do you??
Run happy. (Or not. Just run.)