The other items on the agenda included a track workout of 4x800s at 8:00 pace. Saturday morning, The KoB met me and we ran over to Rose Park to get these done. OH MY GOD. I hate being so whiny and complainy, but christ... nothing is feeling easy. I feel like my first couple of workouts a couple of weeks ago were fine (I was probably just delusional) but now it's like everything feels like shit. Total, utter shit. And isn't that the complete opposite of how this is supposed to work? Isn't it supposed to get easier as you go along?
Anyway, at least I did the fucking thing.
The other significant run of the week, was supposed to be a long run with the last 3 miles a progression run. That run didn't happen.
But... THIS DID.
The Run Bitches and The Sonsabitches met up on Saturday night for some dinner, drinks, and some karaoke!
Bitches in the Men's bathroom at The Hermitage Hotel.
SoBs are too cool for poses.
I mighta been born just plain white trash...
but Fancy was my name!
It was SUCH a fun night. The KoB and I stayed out later than I have in a LONG ASS TIME. But it was so worth it.