This morning, I was supposed to run with the group, but when I got up and saw it was raining, I wimped out. It was a good excuse to sleep. Once Steve and I finally woke up, we decided coffee, a newspaper and real estate browsing was in order.
With Steve's encouragement, I put on the whole long run arsenal of items, and ran from our cabin to town, a little over 13 miles. Steve took the picture below of a cold me post run at the historical trail parking lot. I thought running shorts were a great idea as I left the cabin in sunshine, but as you can see from the red legs, I could have used running pants once the hailstones started. Steve was a gem, meeting me in town with warm clothes and a macchiato with whipped cream. He even let me have tuna and noodles for a post run meal (and he HATES the smell of tuna.) Aren't I a lucky girl?