But I usually like Bugs?

Four more sleeps until Race Day.

Day # 171

Last night the unseasonably mild weather drew me outside for a run with LBM.  I know that in the last week before a race nothing you do can really help your performance as much as what you do can hurt your performance.

Still I went out for a run telling myself that it wouldn't be a fast one - it was really windy, yeah I won't think about the effort.  We got all loaded up and we were off.

It was great to be outside.  We paused at the neighbor's to see their puppies.  We enjoyed the leaves falling as we ran.  We had the wind in our faces.

Yeah.  In.our.faces.

the whole time.

How is that even possible?

I told myself I still had really cut back my miles and a 10 mile day was no big deal for me to do this close to the race. 

I ran on.

Uneventful miles.  Running.  Breathing.  Talking.  Singing.  Picking up tossed toys.

The usual.

Ahhhh.  The turn back to "our" road.

Only about a mile and a half to go.

Pick up another toy.

What?

Why, Hello stomach. 

Did you say something when I bent down to pick up that toy?

Yes you did. 

Well there is no need to shout.

Oh!  Okay.

Now?

Right! Now??

okay

(thank goodness for the dark)

I usually like all Bugs.

But not that kind!