My Saturday long runs range from 12 to 22 miles, and some go better than others.
Yesterday's was NOT a good one, thanks to lack of sleep, bad socks (hello blisters!), and turned-off drinking fountains along my route.
The last 11 miles were brutal, and it was all I could do not to hop on the streetcar to head home three miles early. As I hobbled home, I thought, "How the heck am I going to chase Riley around all afternoon?"
But in a stroke of serendipity, she napped for almost four hours.
Which hasn't really happened since...
Thank you child! I thoroughly enjoyed my 7 hours of selfishness! (Minus the 11 miserable miles part...)
*If all goes as planned, I'll be running the Tacoma (Washington) Marathon on May 10.