It's done...23K finished. Well OK...22K because poor Hubs bonked, it was getting dark (we finished at 8:45pm) and my right leg was giving me no end of grief. Bleh. This run was by far harder than last week's, and it was shorter! I think it's a combo of evening run, not feeling great and just being tired. So tired and the run totally and completely killed any appetite we had, so we both could barely eat our dinner! No wonder elite runners are so darn skinny. We're going to our favourite spot for a nice greasy breakfast before I go clean for this last month - I'm sure my appetite will be back with a vengeance in the morning.
Am I the "Mad Pooper"?
4 days ago