Day Seven: Perfect

Since I ran last night, I wasn't about to get up and run early this morning. So, I ran this evening. I came home and did three easy, slow miles in my neighborhood. I was really trying to watch my pace. And listening to the latest Phedippidations kept me occupied! I was done before I knew it.

Mile 1: 12:18
Mile 2: 12:10
Mile 3: 11:44
Total: 36:15
Average: 12:04 per mile, 168 beats per minute

Before I ran, though, I slathered both of my feet in Vaseline. And I still got beginning blisters. Aargh! So frustrating!

After the run, a very, very funny thing happened. You see, my husband took my immaculately clean car to a baseball game. I volunteered to clean his filth-mobile. So off I went to the car wash in his truck. Picture this: runner girl in flip flops attempts to clean out disgusting truck bed with pressurized water sprayer! There was dirt, rocks, tiny pieces of tile, branches and you-name-it in there. Let me tell you - it ALL splattered on me. I was thankful that I had taken off my white running hat. I contemplated finding safety goggles! I was covered from head to toe! My face looked like I had brown/black freckles EVERYWHERE. Yuck. Afterwards I realized that I had better pick it all up off the ground and put it in the dumpster. Not fun. I came straight home and headed straight to the shower.

Tomorrow night -- the interior!