This morning I attempted a divided twelve-miler. Shall I break this one down? "Attempted" means I didn't reach twelve miles; "divided" means I did seven miles with Leigh, took a gel, changed my shirt, and finished the rest with the Towpath Turtles. "Twelve" means. . .wait, why am I parsing this? Are you dwelling on my pain? You're a sadist, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?
Ok, I've settled down. Let's move on.
It was a gorgeous morning, perfect temperature for running in a simple long-sleeved shirt and either capris or tights. I chose to run at Lock 29 in Peninsula, which is a common starting place for runners and bikers.
It is also a common ending place because of its proximity to The Winking Lizard, one of the best places I know to blow your fitness on beer and wings.
I have written about Leigh before in my post called "Pace? Isn't That a Salsa?" She is still about half my age and at least forty pounds lighter than me (see, I've lost weight or hyperbole since that post!), and she still kicks my ass. I had a plan, though. This time I brought my phone, and I made sure to take pictures so that she would have to slow down or stop. I am tricky, all right.
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