Day 75: ATypical Runs

Today's run was a sticky situation in that it generally difficult to squeeze a run into Monday's evening activities.  But we couldn't let another rest day just slide by since we already rested on Sunday from our 20 miler on Saturday.  So we thought, "We're not softies!  We can't loosen our shoe laces yet!  We've got to push through!"  So even though its difficult to pass up another rest day, we chose not to...

...because we are marathon runners, and it's just what we doo...

So the next decision was how far we were going to run.  We had to modify our training schedule, so tonight's run left us with two options: 1) Run 6 miles, or 2) Run 4 miles.  No one oozed with enthusiasm over option #1, and finally Athena said, "I have to go with #2," so 4 miles it was!  

Our pace was brisk! I could feel the sweat dripping and several times I had to wipe my brow.  It was just a run beyond grandma's and back, which is always nice, knowing that there is a potential bathroom stop halfway, if needed.  This often leads us to discuss the natural laxative we have found in running.  As you can imagine, this conversation is, well, rather unpleasant business, but we don't even notice.  Our brains must be constipated, or running just gives us (as my dad would say) diarrhea of the mouth.  Either way, we are clearly too comfortable with each other...

...It's time we flush this crazy marathon idea down the toilet...

Well, that's about the extent of our run tonight.  I will confess that we had to stop tonight and take a breather on the sidewalk curb (no stool in sight).  Crap...this better not happen again...