Not a ton of new stuff to report from Chicago. I went on a long run on Saturday - gorgeous fall day, 70 and sunny! Beemer was not as good of a partner as last time. He tired out with a good two miles left and I was dragging him by the end. He also ran himself right into a light pole while watching a squirrel, resulting in an audible thunk and a headache, I'm sure. And he pooped twice - I only had one bag (oops), so the second one got covered with leaves...shhhh. Hopefully nobody finds that surprise while they're raking.
Other than that, I'm noticing some things. Good things (I'm sure the bad will come later). I am no longer as noticeably sore the next day, even after my long runs. I've gotten faster - which isn't saying a whole lot, but still. Perhaps most shockingly...I don't hate it. I wouldn't say I'm jumping out of bed each morning - lets be honest there isn't much in this world that would make me jump out of bed - but I don't dread it. It's become part of my routine. I really hope this lasts!
One more nice day of weather in Chicago - almost 80 today! - and then back to the reality of 40s...30s for the AM runs. Ugh.
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