105 DAYS UNTIL THE NEW YORK MARATHON…

I woke up at 4:15am this morning not wanting to run.

I. Just. Didn’t. Want. To.

Because I was tired, friends.

Okay, perhaps also because I drank a little too much wine the night before. WHATEVER.

The forecast was grim but it wasn’t raining yet so Lori and I had no choice but to suck it up. That is, until a spontaneous torrential downpour occurred on route to our destination.

So we redirected.

And had girl time instead. (In a McDonald’s. Because where else you gonna go that early?)

Don’t judge.

It was a MEH kind of morning.

For the record, I did end up hitting the trails a little later in the day. I ran an average pace of 9:30 per mile consistently on eight miles of hills. Very happy with that! (Massive hills, let me tell you.)

I’m cutting myself some slack because the marathon is still 105 days away. So yeah, eight miles is better than nothing.