Toots and Sally Ride Again

to the port-a-potty. I decided to do a “long run” finally and ended up doing about 8.5. At approximately mile 6 my tummy went, “huh?” and I thought that it was just upset with me for running so much after having had so much time off. (And having scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast). It then became a race to the port-a-potty. After unleashing the flames of hell from my body, I realized that I was really, really hungry, and still had another mile and a half to go. I made it home, I made it through my run, I made my day. People were pleasant today and there were some really happy pooches out walking. The snow that was on the paths was a little too soft, and I think I’ll be mightily sore tomorrow, but it’s all good.

Other than the poopy drama, I had another fun run. I felt relaxed. Lumpy and I were talking yesterday and I feel change in the air. Don’t know what it means. Don’t care. I’m just runnin’. And grinnin’.