I’m over at Cindy‘s house getting intoxicated by the smell of fragrant and exotic foods cooking. As I attempt to write my blog for the day, music from YaYa’s miniclip game distracts me from any logical thoughts. The whole disjointed feeling is reinforced with the glass of wine that I’ve been served by my hosts. It’s simply delish.
Earlier today, while running along, I taxed my brain with the calculations of what route to run so that Cindy’s 20 mile run would be covered and where I would break off at a logical spot for an 18 mile run with a progression in pace in the final six miles. Somehow, I had managed to figure out Cindy’s route just fine. I figured my separation point as well. The task that I failed to perform was to check to see if my run was the correct 18 miles.
It wasn’t until I’d been sitting for an extended period of time, waiting for Cindy to finish, that I realized that I’d shorted my run by 2 miles. Oops. *sheepish grin* I never said that math was my strong point.
At least I had a good run and finished strong. I also walked over 2 miles to get some munchies in town following the run.