I did it twice plus added a little spur halfway through the first loop to bring the total mileage to sevenpointsomething miles (7.1 or maybe 7.2...I don't know). It was beautiful out, but there were lots of dogs. Lunging, snapping, yapping dogs. Lots of apologies were extended to me.
As long as they don't bite me or trip me, it's all good, I said with a smile.
But here's what I don't get...
We're out in the pristine wilderness...well, fairly pristine anyway...and I'm seeing all these little, brightly-colored packets on the side of the trail. There are probably 8 or so in the 3 miles that is the loop. Red, yellow, blue, green... What are these things? I asked to no one in particular because at that moment I was totally alone. I slowed to get a better look.
Sh*tbags.
That's what they were. I guess the dog people figured that just bagging it was enough. At least that way no one would step in it, right? And then who wants to carry that sh*t with them while they are walking in nature? No one. So just leave the little giftie scootched up on the side of the trail but in plain sight...sort of decorative-like. News flash: That is NOT cleaning up after your dog. Carry the sh*t out, people.
Though I might seem peeved by this, it didn't disturb the awesomeness that was my run.
I felt strong and fluid the whole time. I held off some guy who tried to sneak up on me as I headed up the monster hill on my second time around... without even trying. And I practiced running in my sports bra...because it might be really hot again at Hood to Coast, and I don't want that to be the first time I expose my soft white underbelly to the universe. Here's what I noticed: Running away from the sun is the best. Your shadow looks long and lean like a gazelle. I am going to confidently state that my shadow looked HOT. As I mentioned on DailyMile, shadows are awesome...no unsightly details.
It looked better when I was running. I swear.
The view oncoming hikers and runners had was decidedly less hot. To them, the unsightly details were visible...
Showing my wrinkly, hippogut and my shiny forehead.
Grimacing because the sun in blasting my eyeballs.
Do you like my "Don't-Shoot-Me Orange" sports bra?
You can get one at Target :)
A must-have if you plan to go hunting in your underwear.
The run was my third workout in 24 hours. No double-days of running for this chiquita...if I'm going to screw up my hip, I'm going to do it in the race and not before! I'm very curious to see how my alternative (or lack of) training plan will pan out next weekend. But not only am I curious, I am excited to see how it works! Less than a week!
