And then, Saturday morning dawned. I was happy to see that it was only 60 degrees, but ack - the humidity level was 100%. So it was foggy and muggy - but at least no rain. It was a business as usual run at that point...just one of those "get 'er done" runs. And while it wasn't a run where I felt like I was flying, I did feel pretty good, which is something noteworthy considering it was an 8 miler, and the last time I ran 8 miles I felt awful for pretty much the entire run. As Amy and I ran together we saw five deer (two beautiful bucks and three does), and a gorgeous orange sunrise coming up through the fog and over the trees. I couldn't have asked for a nicer start to my day, truly.
After the run, there was a lot of general merriment going on - we manage to have a good time together. Each week we award one runner with a "GU'd Job" pat on the back, along with a packet of Salted Caramel GU, and after the run, when it's light enough, we take a picture of the runner with their prize for the newsletter. This week, Cristy was the recipient, and she also wins the best pose award:
Dramatic reenactment - she ate her GU on the run.
Then we went to Blue Baker - there were so many of us that we couldn't fit into our regular booth, so we took up one huge section of the restaurant. I got my baby fix again with Loretta's grandson:
It's all good when you have a sweet baby in your arms.
And naturally, there was the usual food ordered, although this week Jeff and I just split one bagel (multi-grain with strawberry cream cheese, yum):
This was good, but I think I'm over the bacon...Jeff isn't, so he'll get all three pieces next week.
I felt fine for running 8 miles, but around 2:00 pm, Jeff and I both had a massive case of runger (hunger brought on by running). As we were just settling in to watch the (terrible) Aggie football game at home, we ended up throwing a frozen pizza in the oven and ate that...times two. Next time, we'll skip watching the game and head out for some Mexican food - I think there would be less heartburn, all things considered. And in case you're wondering, yes - Saturday eats are pretty much a free-for-all; comes with the heavier mileage. I figure one wonky day per week won't be the end of me, and we'll scale back after the Houston half marathon in January.