Twelve miles, baby! I set the alarm for 5:30 AM, took Riley for a walk and then headed out for my run. I was out the door by about 6:15, so the sun was almost up. I headed north again towards Andersonville. I went a little further than I did for my 10 miles two weeks ago, so that I was able to run past Jon and Rick’s place. I didn’t ring their buzzer, as it was only about 7:00 and I don’t think they were up. I did wave though.
I headed down Broadway, trying to stay in the sun to get it to warm me up a bit. It was about 28 degrees when I left for my run, but there was a bit of a nasty windchill. The run went well and I felt good after. When I had about a mile-and-a-half left, I considered adding another mile to the run, but thought better of it.
So I headed home and finished my twelve miles. Alan was still in bed but awake when I got home. I stretched and we decided to head to Ginger’s for breakfast and to watch the Man United match. I ordered french toast, which can with hasbrowns, and a side of bacon, all of which I demolished. There is nothing like a nice big breakfast after a long run!
We came home after the match (they won!) and took a nap. I’m not sure Alan was able to fall back asleep, but I certainly was able. I drove Alan to work at 2:30 and headed to the grocery store. On the drive to the grocery store, hunger set in. So there I was, still out of it a bit from my run, hungry, wandering around the grocery store. I took forever to make any decisions, and the only reason I went was to buy beer. But, due to the run and my hunger, a beer run turned into a $60 grocery bill. Oh well, what are you going to do?