Yes, I’m geeking-out and scanning forcasts for race day in Paris. Here’s what I see so far:
Not too bad, but mid 50’s would sound a lot better to me.
Daily Archive for April 6th, 2007
“To be strong does not mean to sprout muscles and flex. It means meeting one’s own numinosity without fleeing, actively living with the wild nature in one’s own way. It means to be able to learn, to be able to stand what we know. It means to stand and live.” -Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with Wolves.
I took the furries to Hyland Park Reserve today. I think it must have been Tucker’s first real trail run. He practically crapped himself in excitement. I almost peed on myself because he also almost caused me to take a face dive into the mud and rocks and I guess I still had to pee. I was glad no one else was out on the trail because once again, Tucker wants me dead, and we were averaging 8-8:30s, and I normally run 9:30-ish on trail. I think “hunph” was the sound coming out of my mouth each time I exhaled. Toots, this trail was the second one that we took you to when you came to visit that last time. You know, the hillier one. The trail was soft in some spots and quite slippery, but we had a blast. Life is always better out on trail.
