My husband said these pictures just look like flat peaceful roads to him, but this was my longest, steepest climb yesterday. The one that brings tears to my eyes and sweariness to my lips. Very far from flat!
Looking down the hill.
Looking up the hill.
The even butt-kickier hill (the one in the pictures) was some serious business.
My new orthotics came in the mail late on Friday. Since I had already decided to eat a gallon of ice cream and veg out in pajama jeans for life, I waited to use them on Saturday's run. I could immediately tell a difference when I started running. So that's why I love arch support.
|Old on top, new on bottom.|
And is it just me, or do those things smell great when they are brand new. It's like the smell when you pop open a film container, which never happens anymore so just imagine yourself back in the 90s. That was my favorite smell from that decade. I think fresh orthotics will be my favorite smell from this decade.
The rest of the day was spent tailgating. I hate when these guys take the car out by themselves. It's hard to explain when cops pull them over, mostly because of their limited vocab.