The 15K run that wasn't...

I got up this morning with every intention of running a 15k. I made The Boyfriend, who shall now be known as Jason, and I some pumpkin waffles for breakfast, got dressed, and we were on our way to the starting line.

That's when we drove up the side of an f-ing mountain.

The road up to the starting line happened to be the course for the race. Straight downhill, and straight uphill on the way back. Did I mention I had horrendous menstrual cramps? Like, bad. As we were searching for somewhere to park, observing the mayhem that was this poorly-organized race, I realized that it was not worth $7 (cheap entry fee) to me to run this.

So I didn't.

Instead we came home and I ran 10 miles. More than a 15k, nice and relaxing, and a lovely way to enjoy the sunshine. I'm okay with this decision. Did I mention that we also saw a car on its side in the ditch on the way up? That's how awesome the parking was. The road literally caved in beneath someone who parked on the side near a bridge.

So, yeah, I fail at 15ks today. But I'm awesome at solo 10 mile runs! Here I am, enjoying my decision:



Now it is Superbowl/pizza/beer/sweatpants time.