19 miler, check.
Up at 3:30am, compression sleeves and eye-bags on, CHECK.
I split up last night’s run. It sorta feels like cheating but I didn’t have much choice since I’m a horrible planner – it got dark and cold so fast (actually, at the same time it always gets dark and cold) so after 9 miles I hopped in my car, drove the 20 minutes home, put on a long sleeve and finished the final 10 on the beach path.
Safety first. I didn’t want to get kidnapped running the other trail far from home in the dark, and I didn’t want to get sick because I’m now
EN ROUTE TO OHIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
L would like you to know what Corntown has in store for our big Jason Aldean outing this weekend :
Ridin’ in style, obviously. We love us some ugly buses.
And hangovers. I’ll go ahead and say it now – We’re too old for this shit.
See ya from Cali (if I make it out of OH alive…)