I hate tempo runs.
My iPod refused to play my Evan Dando playlist (rude), so I settled for whatever random stuff I had on there.
My tempo run was... good. Not just, like, I didn't die good. Like, for real, actual good.
Conclusion: Evan Dando has been the key to my recent crappy runs.
Gabby's birthday is tomorrow, and we picked up the ONE THING she's been asking for for ages....
|I have no idea. I've certainly never recommended fishing.|
I've been obsessively checking weather reports for our camping trip this weekend. Last week, there was a chance of showers on Saturday. That would suck. Then, it shifted to Tuesday. Awesome.
But then it shifted to Wednesday. And then Thursday.
Plus, there's this.
Brrr. WHY did I think October camping in the mountains was a good plan?? Assuming I survive the bears, I sure hope I don't succumb to hypothermia.
Someday, I will learn that I cannot keep candy at my desk.
I took a total rest day yesterday, in my ProCompression socks (orange might be my favorite....). I intended to come home, do weights, and eat chicken for dinner. Instead, I played Trouble, and made pizza. Way better.