Actually, it was a dog, but that song doesn't exist, does it? I ended up taking a 20 min break during my Friday night recovery run to play tug-of-war/fetch with this pup. I regret nothing.
It's been a ~30 mile weekend (18.5 mile bike ride/12.39 mile run), but the thing I'm most proud of is the fact that I did about a month's worth of laundry in time to pack for a work trip... with two whole days to spare.
The temperature/humidity has finally dropped to something more reasonable, so running has finally STOPPED SUCKING. Which is to say, I don't need an excuse to stop (to wheeze) and take a pretty picture, because running is actually fun again. Phew. With 83 days to go until NYC, I was getting kind of worried. I'm still not recovering properly, but I don't feel as fatalistic after (finally!) a few good runs.
So instead of pictures, here's a screen grab of my elevation map from today's long run!
...and the sky, post-run. Because nothing beats flopping on the grass after a long run. Other than icy cold water. Or icy cold watermelon nuun. Or all of the above.
BONUS, a song that will probably make you run some high 7s, and I say that as someone who does not usually run under 8:15 without wanting to puke.