In which I'm clearly nuts.
I've never been a morning person. Waking up before 10 am to do anything is a struggle. And yet, this weekend, I got up hella early in order to do things that most sane people wouldn't consider fun.
Saturday, I cleaned cat cages. Which included litter boxes and handling smelly kittens too young to realize that litter boxes aren't playgrounds.
Sunday, I got up before the sun rose, drove downtown and parked my car. That alone qualifies as not fun. Then I ran 13.1 miles. Which included running up "A" Mountain, down again, and then running another 8ish miles after that.
But man, what a view from the peak. I may grumble and groan about living in Tucson, but that was one of the most gorgeous views I've ever seen. Not too bad for a Sunday morning!
(Also, somehow I managed to beat my old time by almost a minute. Not sure how that happened, since the longest training run I did in preparation was 6 miles. On pancake-flat road. Seriously, I did not train for this, and my legs are now telling me that.)
Saturday, I cleaned cat cages. Which included litter boxes and handling smelly kittens too young to realize that litter boxes aren't playgrounds.
Sunday, I got up before the sun rose, drove downtown and parked my car. That alone qualifies as not fun. Then I ran 13.1 miles. Which included running up "A" Mountain, down again, and then running another 8ish miles after that.
But man, what a view from the peak. I may grumble and groan about living in Tucson, but that was one of the most gorgeous views I've ever seen. Not too bad for a Sunday morning!
(Also, somehow I managed to beat my old time by almost a minute. Not sure how that happened, since the longest training run I did in preparation was 6 miles. On pancake-flat road. Seriously, I did not train for this, and my legs are now telling me that.)