Eating my words

On Sunday, I met up with a buddy of mine who's due 2 days after me. She's planning on running the half marathon next Sunday too, so we were going to run 7-10 miles together.

The only problem was that it was in the 80's on Sunday...and windy.

That run sucked, just so everyone knows.  We only did 5 1/2 miles and I had to ask her to stop so I could walk.

Rough, rough, rough.

On a positive note, I listened to my body and didn't do a longer run just to make myself feel tough.

Aren't you proud of me?