Today was that morning in August that I look forward to each year. It's the one where you wake up and feel a sense of looming fall. I was going to say eminent, but that makes it seem to close. But there is always that one day, smack in the middle of 90+ degree days, and 65+ degree nights, when a cold front blows through, and cools things into the 50's overnight. It'll be hot tomorrow, and for the next couple weeks, but for one morning, it feels like late September.
On to the run...8 miles BST to Freedom Hills. I felt pretty sluggish for the first couple miles, but decided to try and pick it up on the road home. The last three miles were pretty solid, 7 minute pace or below, including some climbs of consequence. After Tueday night's sweatfest when I exceeded my 3 fast mile goal by 2 miles, I thought I could make it home in good shape.
After the post run chocolate milk I took out the trash and cleaned up for work. I dropped my daughter off at dance, and didn't roll in until 20 after 9. Oops. | 