Running Notes

No, I'm not a huge Def Leppard fan, I just ran 8 miles with a leaky sports bottle full of Gatorade.

It was hot and humid as hell this morning. But I finally ran my 8 miles. At the end my hands were stained red from all the leaking Gatorade, but at least I didn't stop to walk or feel naseous. Nothing impressively different from the other day, I was just much better hydrated.

Nature note: on my last 8-mile attempt I was lucky enough to see a deer that actually ran alongside me for a few feet. It was very cool, but in my miserable state the other day, I forgot to write about it. Today, a butterfly flew alongside me for a little bit, which was pretty cool. A black cat also crossed my path. And apparently there is a frog cult around here, and they all decided on mass suicide last night. I have never seen so many dead frogs on the road. Ahh, such is the life of the runner, we have a deep understanding of roadkill.