Began with 10 miles last Tuesday morning. Nothing special. I was on the 'mill because the Greenway had flooded so badly. I bid my time by watching The Heat... it wasn't too awful.
Adam and I then piled in the car and made our way to the Braves home opener:
First, I squeezed in a run on Saturday morning:
But first, I had to push my lazy self out of bed to squeeze in a run:
We laid out some of the important stuff:
Monday was my 32nd birthday. Woot!
I went for a 32K run:
Which was actually pretty awful. I felt yucky the whole time. Tired, blah, lead legs, unmotivated (save for the whole 32K/turning 32 thing), and ready to taper again. I kept thinking it was going to get better. But.......there were only about 2 miles that I felt like this:
But the last mile was in the pouring rain. My shorts were so soaked that the liner was drooping in a funky way. Glad it was the last mile I guess...
Anyway, Adam had booked me a surprise massage appointment following my run. Um, that was probably a bad idea because it was heavenly. Now I'm going to want one of those instead of an ice bath after every run!!
The awesomeness apexed in the evening where we went to dinner at one of the best steakhouses in Atlanta. It was perfectly pretentious and I enjoyed getting wined and dined: