Also, of course, I love my dog: I love how scruffy he is, how he struts when he walks, and how he picks up the biggest stick he can find and tries to walk with it in his mouth. But, one of the unexpected things I love about him is our walks. We walk 2-4 miles every day and damn, it's so enjoyable.
Well, it's enjoyable when he isn't yanking my arm out of
socket when he sees a squirrel.
I think all that walking has helped with my recovery, too. Both physically and mentally. It's nice to have to get out of bed at 6am and take a nice stroll with the dog rather than wake up 7:30 and be foggy headed at work for the first hour or so. (Also, it's nice to not feel like a total sloth the week after a marathon).
The photos from the race came out... and per usual, I look like a fucking ghost.
Despite appearances, this is NOT
the first time I've ever seen the sun.
Sadly, all the photos of me are from the end of the race... post shit/puke/side stitch. So, instead of looking awesome and excited about a PR possibility, I look like a cranky bitch.
Actually, I don't even know what this face is.
Am I even awake?
I like how it looks like I just totally busted through
that cone there. Bitches can't be reined in by a fucking cone.
The best part is that this time I got to finish on Hayward Field.
And for comparison, here is what running a 2:47 looks like
A goddamn cakewalk, for chrissakes!
Could you at least make it look like it's HARD????
All of my pictures I look like death on a stick, but of course The KoB's look like a fucking Nike ad.
Ugh. Where are my pictures in front of that sign?
Oh right. I was probably behind a tree somewhere.
In other news, a reminder for the 6 local people who read this blog (which includes 3 bitches, The KoB, and my mom):
RUN BITCHES 5K
this Thursday 6:15
@ Edwin Warner Park
But really, all you need to know is that the course is flat, there are prizes for first overall Bitch and Sonsabitch and there will be booze, pixie sticks, and reese's peanut butter cups for the rest of us. Come on out!