Say hello to my little friend...

Ya, this bad ass little fucker!

Let me say I HATE hydrating and eating shit while I run. I'm not coordinated, I make a mess and it's something else I have to carry aside from the world's largest car key. Ugh.

But I had 15 miles on deck for today. Goal pace was 7:10-7:15. It was 70 degrees at 6am and 95% humidity. I knew it was going to be bad so I dusted off this thingy and filled the pocket with sport beans. I have to say it made my run. Towards the end of my run it was almost 80, full sun and very humid. But got 'er done at 7:08 pace. YAY!

Here's the garmin  It took me at least 5 miles to warm up. My upper quads were shit from the 200's earlier in the week. Then I had a few sub 7 and thought, hmmm should I bury the whole run sub 7? I thought that would be fun but then I had thoughts of Eric (dude repeatedly mentioned in this blog and reason I ran 15 miles) saying WTF did you do that for? I told you 7:10/:15. That and I had to stop to drink which killed me. I hate stopping but I couldn't drink right without standing still. I'll have to hone those skills in a bit!

So 15 done very early. And then I did what every mother of 3 does post run on Easter morning:

ice, read a running book and even out the awful running clothes tan lines!

Good run.  And only 5 swears needed to get the point across! Holla!

Later Tates...