- I never thought I'd care about making, and
- I never thought I'd have to make.
But, here I am....purchasing...flats. Sick.
There is nothing sexy about flats. The word itself isn't even sexy. Nothing like "stiletto" or "peep toe" or...well, "wedge" isn't that hot either, but you get my drift. Women have been wearing heels for ages because they make us look and feel confident, powerful, and yes...sexy. I like feeling sexy.
However, because of my recent ankle injury I finally gave in and purchased some flats for work. Thus far, I hate them. But I love running more. That said, flats in running I tend to enjoy. More than uphills and less than downhills (does that make me lazy?) so I guess things even out.
As for the other topic of this post: evening running. So far, it too has given me grief. Unlike morning running, where a wee cup of coffee is sufficient to clear the system and guarantee a comfortable gastrointestinal-distress-free run, evening running takes all the food I ate over the course of the day and liquefies it right around the point at which I am furthest from a toilet.
I digress.
Running today other than the above mentioned issues, was good. An apple seems to be good pre-running fuel (though now that I re-read the previous paragraph maybe it's not?) and I feel strong. My hips are a little sore from the trail-to-road transition, but my ankle feels good.
TODAY'S MILEAGE: 5.13
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