Let's talk about this past week in run/hike-land:
Saturday: 5 miles at the Coastal Trail! It was a blast
Sunday: a beautiful 2 1/2 hour hike and an epic 250-mile drive to flee -20 degree temperatures
Monday: 4 frosty miles near the dog park followed by a 5.8 earthquake
Tuesday: 2 ice rink miles and a half-assed filler post that, for some unknown reason, generated mega views
Thursday: 4 undocumented miles and frozen coffee
Total: 15 jogged miles and 2 1/2 hours of hiking
Not great, but not terrible either. At least I got some hiking in there. I'm looking to up my time in the mounts over the coming weeks (well, starting a week from now).
I do believe Bailey is not only dumb, but also disgusting (and yet I still love her to pieces). I present to you this picture taken on this morning's walk:
That thing she's eating? Obviously moose poop. Even worse than that though, it's a frozen disc of moose poop. Turd pie, if you will. That revolting creature carried that thing all the way home with her, and there was nothing I could do about it. Her turd pie may be the strongest argument yet in favor of keeping her on a leash.
Two other shots from my walk:
DNF. What a loser, amirite?
I've done it-proven that aliens exist!
I took today off work to study for finals. Although I've crossed quite a few nagging "to-do" items off my nonexistent to-do list, I have yet to actually study. The day is young, however!
6 miles on tap for tomorrow. My longest post-stress fracture run to date. Wicked excited.