Don’t you love how plans change? Sometimes you just need to roll (or run) with the punches. My weekend got flipped, turned upside down (a la Fresh Prince) and I ended up with 12 miles Saturday morning, rather than my usual Sunday. Being the creature of habit that I am, I was not entirely thrilled about the change. But there wasn’t anything I could do, so early Saturday morning I was lacing up my shoes.
We’ve been having nice weather and I didn’t want a repeat of last week, so I dressed for warm weather, which made it chilly at the start. I wasn’t too keen to get started and slowly stretched, delaying the inevitable. This is how slowly I stretched – think a little kid avoiding bedtime. Yes, I was that slow. Finally I set off.
There were a lot of people on the trail, including some sort of 5K/10K race and another group. This meant there were lots of inspirational chalk sayings, which I enjoyed reading.
After the slightly disastrous run last week, I was pleasantly surprised this week was definitely smoother. And unlike last week, I could visualize going another 1.1 miles. So that is definitely a good sign! My ankle was feeling a bit twingey but not horrible. I’m visiting my chiropractor this week, so hopefully she can once again work her magic!
Next stop – Portland!!