I'm on my way to San Francisco, where I'll be sure to wear a flower in my hair. I'm attending a ONE-day meeting, but whatever! I need to make the most of my time there by making sure there is at least one RBF meet-up. So, on Friday night, I will be spending the night with none other than 21st Century Mom, in her humble abode. God only knows what we'll get up to.
So far we have big plans! She thinks we're going on a 10-mile run. I have agreed (in my head) to five miles; I figure I can pace her the other five on her bike. Other plans include hot fudge sundaes and wine. That's as far as we've gotten. (I mean really, what more is needed?)
In running news, I hate running. Sunday I went back out and re-tackled the Mother's Day 10k route because it kicked my ass on Mother's Day, and it's not nice to kick mothers. I'm determined to show that trail who is boss. I finished it Sunday in the exact same time as I did during the race. So either I a) wasn't really racing on Mother's Day, or b) I was really racing on Sunday. Either way, I'm gonna show that #$!%!@^ it can't treat me like this.
Yesterday was back to the stationary bike to try to build up some leg muscles. And today a 4-mile run that felt like 400.
Does this %$!# sport ever ever EVER get easier???
Happy Tuesday everyone.