"I'm talking to you, Woman!"

After last Sunday's 20 miler, plus an additional 5 days of rest, plus one hellish evening of "Beginner / Intermediate Pilates" (Kate, you are a cruel, cruel animal, admittedly with Madonna-esque arms and a ridiculous ass) = one angsty Abby...who no one had seen running all week.

Saturday dawned with a torrential downpour, and no miles for me. A still sore knee, and at this point, I had started to...fret. Maybe not panic, but...fret. In a moment of pity, Jared promised me earlier in the week to do some miles with me over the weekend. Sunday rolled around, and LO! 'TWAS A CLEAR AND SUNNY DAY! The fates were with us. We headed out from the scene of many a crime (note the ongoing mystery of my missing jump shot), the CAC.*

The first mile seemed grim, with me paying strict attention to the angry scrape inside that cursed left knee. Some reassurance from my chipper (damn you, anyway) running partner, and we continued on our merry way, with me pleasantly surprised at the loosening up after a few miles. Total distance-ish=4.5ish, at what I thought was a respectable pace.

Bonus points (sometimes I award them to myself) for having talked aforementioned running buddy into potentially running a half marathon. As Kate says, never agree to run a race while you're running on a beautiful day along the river....muahahahahahaha...or as Jared says, perhaps we could do a biathlon, as long as it doesn't involve biking or swimming.

*Note: This gym is also where I've made many a poor decision to play basketball after a long run. See Derry entry for reference.