I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Eliot was hogging the computer tonight doing our taxes. Selfish.
I bided my time sweating in the background. I was doing some Bulgarian squats and other domestic things, but mostly I was sweating because it’s hot here. And I refuse to turn on the air conditioning in March. I’ve got plans for that utility bill money. I had to bring along my “air conditioning sweater” when I went to our little monthly book club meeting. It lives in my huge mom purse during the summer so I don’t get too grouchy in stores that think 58 degrees is temperate.
A big group of us are headed out to Bandera Saturday for a long run. (You’re invited, of course.) It’s supposed to be in the 90s. Time to start sweat training for Western States.
Sleep log: 5 hours. BOOO!
Running log: 13.5 miles Workout time: 2 hours