A day late, a dollar short and in the company of my trusted running buddy/cousin, Evan.
Poor kid. His weekends used to be full of rest until he decided to become a legit runner. Now we seem to be spending an absurd amount of time sprinting along the ocean side streets of his home town.
I am SO weary of pounding the pavement in my hometown. Getting out and about to put in mileage in another town (or state!) is quite refreshing. Especially along a route as absolutely-freaking-gorgeous as the one we did on Sunday!
(and a side note- this run brought my weekly mileage to 52- HIGHEST EVER!!)
|The water: FREEZING!!!!|
|A little more scenic than the roads of my town....|