Ran with A. in the soupy, languor-inducing heat yesterday morning. At 8:45, it was already well over 90 degrees, and I felt the sunscreen sliding down my nose before I even ran one step. Damn. But I felt strong, and was on track to run 8 miles at a brisk pace. A. was having trouble with her left knee, though. So we called it a day at 6 miles. To compensate, I ran the last 1/2 mile at 85 percent effort. It felt wonderful to stretch my legs.
On a roll: Today I took a lunchtime kick-boxing class (tough!), warming up with a 1.25 mile jaunt on the treadmill at a 10 percent incline. Maybe I've had too much coffee lately, but I may run 3 miles tonight and lift weights for my arms, chest and back. I think I can do both the run and the weight-lifting in little over an hour.
Committed: I signed up for the Army 10-Miler a few minutes ago. So guess there's no turning back now.
File under Too Much Information: My feet are totally whacked out, especially my left one. And my fourth toenail is completely beat-up. Anyone who runs regularly knows what that looks like. That's right: Eeeeuw. Makes it hard for a girl to wear strappy sandals. But I do anyway, appearances be damned. If you don't like how it looks, turn away.