Yesterday, I had an "oopsie."
I'm extremely busy on the reg. It's very rare that I find myself with free time and nothing to do, and a product of my... productivity... can my a little bout of absentmindedness.
After work yesterday, I went to change into my gym clothes, as per usual, and I discovered... shoot. No shorts. Meeeeeh.
Since I'm not one to go run 5+ miles on the tread in sweatpants (Shamrock Half Marathon training is in full swing), I rolled my eyes and figured I'd go home and run outside.
Of course, since it's the middle of winter, I forgot that it would be pitch dark out by the time I got out the door.
SO... pepper spray, keys, iTouch, AND my new Forerunner GPS training watch in tow, I chugged outside for a quick 2 miles. I'm a baby when it comes to running in the cold much like good ol' Julie, so getting out there in the chiiiiilly temps was a pretty big leap of faith in myself.
|my new training friend, thanks to Mr. James. now I can track my pace during the halfs! (halves?)|
I probably looked like a paranoid, lost psychopath determined to lose my holiday poundage.
|don't mess with me. I've got the red one and I'm not afraid to use it.|
|"nine dolla, you say? I'm in."|