or, good morning Saturday.
First run in 2+ months and I barely made it 3 miles. Barely = struggle, struggle, struggle...collapse at home amid waves of nausea. GO running! 8:45/mile pace. Seriously, though. The first mile and a half felt amazing and reminded me how much I love running. Cool, quiet mornings, dolphins, dogs and soft sleepy sun on the water...it's a good way to wake up.
Shower now, coffee, eggs, manimals and husband.
Wishing good luck and good times to all those competing today. xoxoxo.
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