Momma had some time sand kids and she put it to good use. House cleaning, car cleaning, and RUNNING.
Ok, so I got my grove on. It was under 70* (perfect running weather) with a little breeze that felt ohhh sooo good. Put on an old jersery style top and my trusty stand-bys...cw-x capris and my brooks. Nothing special...I promise. I threw on my GOTR Bondi Band (upside down and all) and hit the road.
See? Told you. Why I even mention this is because at mile marker 4.00, a couple of dudes in a car, yell Damn! Note, this is the second Damn! in less than a month. Both times, I was wearing my CW-X, theory: CW-X = Damn! lol.....
But this run felt GOOD. I was hitting it, going great, then about mile 5.5 the toe thing happens. My middle toe on my right foot just kills. I haven't figured it out yet...but I will.
Cliff Notes Version: 7 miles, 1:10 time, damn good run...and cat called. What more can you ask for?
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