This morning, I got up at 4am to meet the Sunday running group. Usually I run with the Saturday group, but today’s run started much closer to home so I swapped days. I finally met up with the group after driving by the meeting spot three times, because I can’t follow simple instructions or actually turn when I see 2 men in shorty-shorts waving at me obviously ready to run.
Bonus for today’s run? I ran with Michelle! Also a bonus? We both got the teal memo.
My shirt is not bi-colored, by the way. That’s just my amazing talent to sweat only down to the last 2 inches of my shirt.
We did 9.5 miles (10:08 pace) around the Lake Eola area and it was beautiful out. The pace leader said it was 10 miles, but my Garmin begs to differ. Here are a few pictures I took after the run.
A Chinese gazebo around Lake Eola. I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen it. I told that to the hubs, and he shook his head and walked away.
Baby ducks! Sooooo adorable. I want some.
There were tons of swans everywhere
Part of the path we ran.
Around mile 8, I was privileged enough to witness my first walk of shame. No, it was not my own. The girl was getting into her car and she had on the shortest mini-dress ever, messy hair, and she was carrying her shoes in her hand. Of course I called her out, and it went something like this:
- Me: “Is that the walk of shame?”
- Michelle: “Ooooh yeah!”
Yes, it was said loud enough so she could hear. I know we aren’t nice people. But we both accept we are going to hell and can keep each other company there. Couldn’t be much hotter in hell than in Florida anyway.
A couple things about the run:
- It was my best training run since I started running with my group a month ago. I felt good the whole time and I liked the pacing.
- Running with Michelle is way better than not running with Michelle.
- The pace leader actually lead. In my group, I’m always ahead of the pacers, which I hate.
- There’s a creepy, non-talker guy in Michelle’s group that doesn’t even look at you or respond when you talk to him directly. It is now my mission to break that tough exterior and get him to smile, even if it means a tickle fight. 50-year-old men like those, right?
When I got home, I fine tuned my culinary skills by making a peanut butter and jelly English muffin with Fruit Loops on top.
And I got in some bunny play time. She was not about to let those ducks be cuter than her.
Well played, Pants. Well played.
Now it’s time to get some Good Will stuff organized and make another trip to Target. I saw some things I wanted yesterday that I was too lazy to carry and we all know getting a cart means walking back to the front of the store.
What’s the weirdest thing you eat that you love? (That Fruit Loop thing was a fluke, but man it was good.)