Moving on... the Richmond half is in 9 weeks, thus commencing my first day of my training. 4 miles after work, I told myself yesterday. NO excuses.
Too bad mother nature had some different ideas for what should happen around 5:00pm yesterday. And none of these ideas included cardio of any kind. Unless you count running from my car to my house, all the while imagining loosing an eye to a wayward piece of hail, and how I might make an eye patch look good.
As you can see form the pictures above, we were gifted with an unholy amount of hail. So- I will start tomororw. Right? Right?
Someone call me around 5:00 tomorrow, and if I answer, yell at me. Just yell terrible things in my ear about my gut, my third chin, and some scenario that includes me being found face down in a McDonalds bathroom 2 miles into the race. Don't fail me, faithful blog readers.
Don't fail me like Mother Nature did yesterday.