That's right. That's MILEAGE up there. Anything over 1 mile is mileage, at least to me. I rounded up to 1.32. Actually, it was only 1.31. heh. Anyway, I'm pretty proud of myself for not walking (although what I DID do was definitely not running, but not wogging...I was chugging, I guess.)
Today was not quite as fun as yesterday because I was SORE. Super sore. The kind of sore that takes an extra few seconds to sit down, and with a soundtrack that goes "UHGhhhh!" Plus my neck was all totally messed up. Just before my run we got some sweet new cabinets for the garage, so that explains the neck. Ha! What do cabinets have to do with my neck? No, I was not moving them. I actually got so excited when they arrived that I sprained my neck out of pure joy. I was like: YAY! THEY'RE HERE!!!! And then, "ACK! My neck!" That's some serious joy right there, people. I had to jog looking left and slightly up the whole way.
Today was the Phoenix Marathon...that's right, the PHOENIX DANG MARATHON!!! Innaugural year. It's perfect: it's flat, it's cool, it's on a Saturday, it starts on a dang mountain and mostly goes down, it's not too freaking big, and it's dang LOCAL!!!! It's like the running gods are toying with me. That is all.