eight

friday I was too busy to run. or swim. or anything. I took it as a rest day.

saturday I did my long run.

it was chilly when I woke up. something like fifteen degrees outside. I waited to go out until it was more like twenty-six degrees. I bundled up in all my little techy layers and braved the winter temps. it wasn't bad.

I did the baby pug tree run. it really is such a great run for it's convenience and simplicity. and it's water availability. {if you don't want to carry water, but want water every two miles or so, try a directional run. super easy. go out one mile in one direction turn around and come back. drink water. go a mile out in another direction, and so forth. water every two miles. it's a beautiful thing.}

my hamstrings started feeling a little tight midway through. otherwise I felt pretty good. this is the longest I've ran in this marathon push. I'm still building my base. eight miles didn't seem bad at all. my mind was totally there, and my body was close behind. I just need to keep working on my hamstrings and I think I'll be okay. {like being diligent about stretching + icing. ice is key.}

I rather enjoyed my run.

8 miles; baby pug tree south, west, north, east