On what could very well be the last pretty weekend of fall before the snow hits (its forecast for this week), a friend and I took our dogs on an epic trail run on Saturday. We set out to do maybe 7 or 8 miles up at Happy Jack...and ended up doing somewhere between 10 and 11 (my NikeSportBand, which I think tends to be high, said 11 and her GPS phone said 10.6...).
Here I am at mile 8 or so, stopping to enjoy the view. I definitely look like I've been running for a while. Heh.
It was beautiful day. Brisk enough that I never felt overheated but warm enough to run in a tank and capris. The dogs had a great time, too:
We couldn't believe that 8 miles in, they still had the energy for these kind of shenanigans. Although later that night, Ruby was dead. to. the. world. and I physically had to pry her off the couch and make her go outside to pee before bed.
To tell the truth, I was pretty tired myself. But in a good, feeling like a total badass kind of way. :)
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AND!! Omg! I just saw that the freaking Coen brothers are remaking one of my favorite movies from when I was young. My husband it excited because this one doesn't have John Wayne in it. (He HATES John Wayne. I sort of totally love him. Opposites attract, I guess.)
So. Excited. Take a look: