I did not go down to Long Beach for the Cruise the Shoreline marathon this morning.
But after a series of late night bing eating of empty, soulless calories, and given some restless minutes not hours of unconsciousness, it seemed necessary to get some mileage in today. Not having the strength or wherewithal to face an extended run, I thought I’d break a goal of a long-ish run into two shorter outings.
I originally thought of titling this post “2 Slow 2 Humongous” as a self-deprecating “it’s funny because it’s true” parody. Because I was slow and I’m assuredly feeling huge. But for some reason I went Dickensian.
The “break” between the morning and afternoon mileage did not help improve the times.
Morning run at 4:30 am:
Afternoon run at 12:30 pm:
And complicating matters for the hated bathroom scale, I’m indulging in dessert at dinner tonight.
Sometimes crappy, low weeks need to end on sugary highs.
I don’t regret the pie. I’ll never regret the pie.
