My cute husband loves to trail run. I love to do stuff with him. He wanted to go trail running yesterday morning and invited me along. I said yes. Really more for him than me. But, it was a yes nonetheless.
The best part? OK - the best part besides the fact that I didn't have blood running down my legs at the end? There is a hill in the middle of this that kills. I have never made it up this hill without feeling like I am going to throw up. Yesterday was different. I'm not sure if it was because I was so worried about where I was placing my feet or the fact that my kids were busy texting me and I couldn't respond, but *I barely noticed this hill at all*. Though I have been training on hills, I really hadn't run any in the last month since my half marathon. This info made me practically giddy when I realized it.
Back in the parking lot, the dog hobbled home. We got in the truck to go home. A totally uneventful ending to a really nice run. Worst case scenarios don't always happen.