I am not one to let a little rain stop me from getting my miles in however, when my 8 year old daughter gives my a speech about my questionable sanity and the health consequence of taking her 20 month old little brother out in "the pouring down rain!" that's when I have to remind myself that I have a treadmill.
So last night found myself on the treadmill. You remember that squeaky old thing squashed back in the corner of our workout room. He's still there. He barely remembered me. Oh, I know it was just his way of playing coy because he was hurt that I had stayed away so long.
We reacquainted ourselves quickly by running a couple set of sprints (7.5 miles running with half mile jogs to rest between). Sweat-ville.
Luckily for me the Recovery Socks I won from Erica arrived today.
Here are my 8 year old's attempts at a picture to show my socks.
God bless her for trying when she was already volunteering to play with LBM while I ran on the treadmill. She was just wanting me to get started so she could start
bossing playing with her bother.
Yes another new shirt - in pink. And yes I pulled up my pig tails before I started my actual run.