Today Bri was not able to run at any other time than early AM. We are going to the FS Series holiday party tonight at 6, and she is stuck in meetings from 10AM to 5PM at work. The pain of being in meetings for 7 hours aside, she can be a tough cookie when need be. I told her I would go with her for solidarity and safety.
I am the worst morning runner ever and this was the worst morning run in several years.
Last night I played in a local poker game until about 12:30. Right to bed when I got home. Alarm goes off at 6AM. I say to Bri, "Can we run at lunch?"
"No, I have meetings from 10 until 5, I have to go now."
I moan and groan but get out of bed. Stumble around looking for my clothes.
"Oh, you're going to go with me?" She says, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yes, I told you I was going to go."
Out the door by 6:20. No coffee. No food. No water. Just the two of us and the open road.
Did I mention that it was 28 degrees?
Bri was able to include 2 x 10 minutes of tempo, while I limped along behind her and tried not to poop myself along the busiest road in Cary.
It was six ugly miles. Going to run 30 minutes later today and try and run fast for 15 of them.
Ug. Just thinking about it is ugly.