This morning (aka the great whining session).... Hmm. The stats:
10.6 miles on post-holes of despair whining, crying, and trash-talking. Somehow managed to summit the twins and get back down, although I almost succeeded in getting jun lost. Since that took the bulk of my morning (almost 3 hours) and I was running out of time before preschool was over, I went home, laced on my road shoes, and ran on a running path that had the perfect 1-3 inches of snow on it.
I can't say it sucked. I can't say it was good either. It was fun to trash talk and laugh with jun. The run portion was entirely awful. (not sure how much running was done, there must be a better name for "suffering movement in snow") The last 9 I went slower dreaming of water, bacon, and showers.
Jun did a more in-depth blog entry here: http://jun.fastrunningblog.com/.
I blame him entirely. He also suggested that I would die of dehydration on the side of a trail with vultures pecking my eyes out. This would be after goading him into doing something stupid.
How flattering.
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