It may have taken thirty-eight minutes, but I did it!
I realize this is not a fast pace, but my only goal was to run the whole way, and I did! In the time it took me to run 5k, Galen ran the 8k. We were proud, exhausted and (very quickly) cold:
So we went to a pub, ate lots of food, drank black-and-tans (it was a St. Patrick’s day-themed race) and then I came home and napped while Galen tried to entertain himself. Turns out it wasn’t as rough of a morning for him.
I definitely have a ways to go before the 8k in a month, but as you can see, my enthusiasm was overwhelming this morning at 7 AM (6 AM, if it weren’t for Daylight Savings!):
(Yes, that’s frost on the windows. It was THAT cold.)