There are some days when I can't wait to get home to run. And there are some days when I'd just rather come home and melt some Brie on a plate in the microwave and sit in front of the TV with some Wheat Thins all night catching up on Project Runway. Tonight, I was out of Brie.But after the last two weeks with Kara and drinking almost every night and eating junk food and passing out on the couch a couple of times, I was compelled to get out there and log some miles. So I timed my run just right; I could get in 6 miles and be home in time to watch The Office. Since my Garmin was home charging, I just winged it and ended up running 6.6 miles. I feel really good about that since I think I have a 9-mile run this Saturday, which is actually the beginning of starting to build my peak for the Austin Marathon. I've paid for my registration. I'm in this. And I think I'll be able to pull out a 9er on Saturday.
So I set out on Shoal Creek, which is part of the marathon route, and I remembered why running is worth it. For cheese, of course. And wine. Then I'm reminded that the way home is always the easiest and the time just flies.
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