Claire and I are in the middle of our training for the Disney Marathon in January...this weekend, we had to do a 15-mile run, so we thought it would be great to visit one of the great Virginia State parks and do some trail running.
When we arrived, we found a map, plotted the course and took off. Sure we forgot our water at the car, but we would be circling past the car at mile 6(ish), so we could just grab it then.
16 miles later, we found the car. Somewhere we missed a sign or the trail is stupid.
16 miles is a long way to go without proper hydration...
Did I mention Claire had 1 piece of toast, 4 hours prior to running...and that was it?
16 miles is a long way to go having only eaten a piece of bread that day.
People swear up and down that trail running is easier on your knees and back, but I have a tough time believing that. I can't tell you how many times I came down awkwardly on a root or an unseen hole, jarring my back and turning my ankle. Claire kept telling me to look down as I run, but she forgets that at 6'5, many branches are lying in wait to decapitate me.
On Saturday, we spent 6 hours running errands...which translated into man speak = shopping.
Bed, Bath and Beyond (x2 locations) and Nordstroms...that was it.
Come to think of it, that is crazy. 6 hours at both places and all I have to show for it is some pewter wipes and a fiance who looked smok'n on Saturday night (she had her makeup done at Nordstroms).
Maybe I did win that deal.
Going out to dinner and seeing Bond tonight. Wooohooo!