RUNNING.

So, we have hit the halfway point of training. Halfway, people. I am nervous as shit! Not going to lie. I haven't been logging nearly as many miles as last time. My excuses, because they are just that, time, weather, and lack of daylight. Excuses. Ugh. Also lack of motivation.



Magic Pants. BUY them! You won't regret it! Promise! ps. my feet look huge



 While I am not checking off my short runs during the week, Vern and I have been busting out our long runs during the weekends. A couple of Sundays ago we picked up this guy...

Unbeknownst to him, I snapped some pictures of him.

The man picked us up at 2.25 miles and chatted it up until we hit our 6 miles. Yes, it was weird, but not too weird. I didn't think he was some kind of axe murder looking for two girls to kill, but some random dude looking for company on his run. If that makes sense. He has ran a marathon in all 50 states. He was far from a rookie in the race circuit. It was by far our most interestingly weird run we have ever had.

Just call us Chatty Cathy these days. Seriously, Vern and I had a cardinal rule, No talking while running. It was that simple. Don't expend energy via talky talky, save it for running. Well that was when we were newbies and less comfortable with running long distances. Now, we know it can be done. You can talk and run and not feel like you are going to die. So we do just that. Talk, run, and be merry. Of course, our pace is slower, but the conversation is great.  

Vern and I have pounded out a lot of pavement together. I'm not just talking about running either. Before running, it was the roads to the bars and fraternity houses. Nope, we weren't always running and most of the time it was more stumbling, but we have always had fun together. No matter where the asphalt is taking us.

In other randomness, my Jillian Michaels cd has vanished. My guess, a two year old snatched it up and it no resides in the bottom of a toy box.