And we also took care of that little 15K run. The boy & the freckled one & I have run it twice before, in extreme heat and humidity and sweaty nastiness. This year, though, it was cool and breezy and almost-delightful. If you forget the whole running part.
No but seriously, it rocked and I ran it 13 minutes faster than the last time. 13 WHOLE MINUTES. That doesn't even really make sense, does it? I'm thinking it was a perfect storm of 1) the aforementioned weather, 2) having a speedy running partner to chase down, 3) actually being in shape (who would have thought that this mattered?), and 4) being well-rested and full of good food and drink from vacation?
Also, previous numbers suggest that I may actually have crawled through my first two Boilermaker attempts.