Today's run: 5.15 miles in 56:57. Group run out on Jemison Trail. Great way to ease back in to a new training plan. Which reminds me that I don't have a plan. Yet.
The path we took is along/near water about two thirds of the way. These are the times when I love Alabama.
|It's tricky, but I try to maintain this expression during the whole run.|
Don't worry, we didn't try to run four abreast. Two and two.
At the tail end of the run, during the stretch and relax portion, I stepped on a fragrant mound of dog poop. Thankfully one of the group runners had a plastic bag to stash the infected shoe in until I could make it home to scrub. This was after a failed attempt at scraping the bottom of my shoe along a fence, with a stick, and in the rain soaked grass. Some situations require a scrub brush. In our house, we use retired tooth brushes for jobs like this. Because I have a fear that one day someone will find a cleaning toothbrush in its under-the-sink hideaway and mistake it for a mouth-worthy brush, I always mark them with an X. X means you don't want this near your face, and today, X was a dog poo annihilator. Thanks, X.