Sometimes I think I run for the food. Or at least I did tonight. It was 95 degrees, and the last thing I wanted to do was run down to the track, especially when I pass two Mexican restaurants on the way. I pretend to feel superior to the masses downing pitchers of margaritas and shoveling down the chips and salsa, but truth is--I'm slightly jealous.But, Powerade in hand and cute man by my side, I braved the heat and headed down to E. Rivers. It was actually a really great workout--4 x 800's (with an extra 200 thrown in because two bachelors' degrees, two masters' degrees and an almost Ph.D. do not equal the ability to count to two!) at 9:03, 8:55, 9:15 and 9:05 paces.
We walked home leisurely and feasted on an excellent dinner of "Triple Jump Pizza," courtesy of Runner's World and Chef Tim. And a big glass of 2 Buck Chuck, of course.
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