This morning I jumped out of bed, put on my racing red striped pants and hit the running path. I ran 10 miles in 1:45:54. Almost the same exact time to run 9 miles about two weeks age. Maybe that red stripe does make me faster. Whooohoooo. I can only image that soon I will be ticking of 5 minute miles and should probably plan on prepping myself to compete in the NYC marathon next year (which I totally want to run sometime before I die, just not at the front).
After some economics homework and laundry (exciting life I lead) D and I headed downtown to watch the all souls procession. But before we could stand around and watch other people walk by we had to fuel up. We went to Bison Witches and had sandwiches.
|Beer and chips, this is not a face that says I want glitter shoes|