3.5 – 4.0 miles. Not one of us wore a watch. Who cares about time or speed or distance? (Says the slow girl that can’t run a more than .50 without crying...)
Dear Monte Sano Trails,
Thank you for reminding me why I love running. Thank you for bringing together some of my closest friends to do something we love, if only for a short time. The run couldn’t have been any more perfect. Running the trails in a torrential downpour is just what I needed after a stressful couple of weeks. It cleansed my soul. It soaked my skin (oh wait, that was just the humidity). It got me muddy. It was FUN! The humidity had to be no less that 3,792%, but I’m not even going to complain about it, I had such a good time. Trails, I love you so. Why do I cheat on you so much with the roads? Why? I vow to (hopefully) visit you at least once a week for the entire summer. This affair with the roads (and not a good one, I might add…) needs to end. You have caught me when I’ve fallen (literally… I’ve tripped many times). You’re much more cushy and absorbent than that stinkin’ asphalt (that I’ve also taken a bloody spill or two on). You are always there for me. I need to show you some respect and come visit. I’m sorry, trails.
I've missed you my dear friend.
XOXO,
KP
P.S. Please let me be this happy after my trail half on Saturday. Please
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