I Don't Have Time For This . . .

Once again, I complained a lot. But it was actually fun to run a new route, even if it was exceptionally full of hills and wind and other discomforts. My achilles even behaved themselves, mostly.

I had't run yet and I wanted to see if my fifth grader had successfully pitched her tent for camping day, so I ran past the school field and confirmed that she was, in fact, having a wonderful time.

I developed a nasty cold yesterday, which led to a miserable night filled with excessive nose blowing and an uncomfortably painful dry throat. Most of the time I wasn't sleeping I was planning on the best time to text my running partner in the morning and tell her I wasn't up for a run. I must have fallen asleep at some point though because I woke up to my alarm, feeling marginally better, so I laced up my shoes and met her anyway. It's been an achy, congested sort of day, but I am optimistic about tomorrow. 

It rained. But I didn't complain this time and it was actually a really fun run. The Oregon side of me felt pleasantly nostalgic.