Thursday, October 02, 2008
What makes a tough 4-mile run: Spin class that morning, Pilates the night before, 3 miles plus weights before that. But in my effort to not totally lose sight of my bf who runs much, much faster than me, I managed to log my best mile. This was despite the fact that my legs felt like lead for the first 2 miles. And my shorts were driving me nutty by riding up. Thanks to my beloved nike ipod thingy, Lance Armstrong came on through my headset and congratulated me on my fasted mile. I like being congratulated my a celebrity.
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Tom runs way faster than me too, but the jogging stroller slows him down now so there!