the other day, I met a bear

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.