Today was a rest, and we're hosting Brother and Sister-In-Law for Memorial Day weekend. While we were out on the town this afternoon, I pointed out some of the landmarks from my runs. Like, the main road I run, the main hill I hate, the other hills that I hate (none of which looked so imposing from the security of the car), the angel statue, and the Rapist Corridor. Turns out, I wasn't so incorrect about that name, as the consensus was that I should never run there again. The outhouse I thought I saw? The consensus on that was that it was a meth lab, which makes much more sense. I did enjoy doing a blog-tour.
I recently learned Brother, who was in cross country in high school, ran a 10K at our hometown festival. He just told me the story of how he sprinted into the finish, and promptly puked in front of everyone. When you're a new runner like me, you learn a new lesson every day. Since he called me a wussy today, I am sharing his 10K glory with the world!
Tomorrow's another rest. Tuesday is a big day: interview in the morning, then I think I'm going to walk the 10K route to see what I am truly up against. The only way I can visualize the win is if I check out this route!
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