Run away from Snapping Turtles!

Today ends week 1 of marathon training. I feel pretty successful with my runs this week.

On Monday, instead of doing yoga, I wheedled The Kabyle Chef into walking/running three miles with me. We definitely did more walking than running because The Chef has not been taking his daily walk/runs on the treadmill lately as he has switched to a mostly evening schedule. He was feeling the pain, so I hope he realizes that he has to get back on the horse. . . so to speak.

Shelby and I finished the week with twelve miles on the Towpath. Twelve sweaty, humid, muggy, and sometimes rainy miles. The first nine miles were almost effortless; we chatted so much that we didn't feel any sort of effort. Then, at mile 9 it kicked in. Suddenly we were very quiet. . .too quiet. Shelby likes to run ahead of me in the last miles; she calls it "smelling the barn" (Horse people are weird). I think this is a great challenge for me because my energy tends to flag big time in the last miles. Luckily for me, Shelby knows what I'm thinking when I stop talking, and she turned to me in the last mile and shouted back, "This is not one of those runs where you think about running a marathon later." Thank you. That was EXACTLY what I was thinking, as in, "How in the HELL will I run 14.2 MORE MILES on marathon day?" So, I listened to the boss and stopped thinking about it. Instead I thought about ginger beer.

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