Tomorrow I get to do a “clinic” for Women Run the Cities. They’re doing a 10 mile race in the fall, and this is for the training group. Pretty cool, huh? I’m considered an Authority On Gear. Can’t help it if I’m a gear geek when it comes to running stuff. I’m bringing my favorite items and talking about them. I bought a new Sugoi running skort , so of course I will have to talk about it, as well as the previously mentioned visors, and I will touch on shoes. I only have 15-20 minutes, then we run 3-3.5 miles. It’ll be interesting for me, and basically a chance to get more women excited about running and being outside. I have not yet let them know I will not be running the Women Run the Cities race (oops!), but there is the In Yan Teopa 10 miler in Frontenac State Park that I am eying. It’s a perfect precursor to the Big Woods Half, and frankly, I’ve run/walked it with Dawg before and it kicks ass.
Lumpy was in Virginia (it’s for Lovers, you know…) yesterday and today, and I’m glad he’s getting back in about 20 minutes. Today when I got home I had about 15 minutes to myself 10 of which I was on the phone with the Lump. The furries take a lot of my time when I’m alone. Dawg and I walked, then Dawg decided she should put her face and half of her body in a prickly patch, so as soon as we got home I had to shave/cut/pluck/pull all the pricklies out of her, then all The Fuzz had to eat ( a whole hour late!!! much meowing, rubbing, and feline complaining…), then G had to have a semi bath because she rolled in something foul/fowl/gross. It comes down to about 6:45 pm. Then I went to get pizza, because we ALL know that Sally is not going to cook unless forced. Or trying to impress. Or just suddenly feels the urge to cook. I could be a single pet owner if I did not have school, I think. Otherwise, I would be a bit stressed out if it were all on me while I’m in school. Anyhoodyhoo. All this stuff and not enough about running. I’m running with The Women of The Cities tomorrow. After that, I’m going whole hog. I feel flabby and gross, and don’t much care about my knee. Hmph.
