So first things first (I’m the realest). I’m sorry, I had to. Couldn’t help myself. But I hope you all had a really great Labor Day. I woke up at some point really early in the morning to my husband yelping that one of that cats was ricocheting his feline body off of our end tables. It sounded sort of like a demon had been released in our room. So we remedied that by putting the offender in question in the guest bedroom, where he proceeded to rocket around the room like a big cat, but we managed to get some sleep, at least for a little while, which I’m not sure we’ve enjoyed since we got married last week.
I was able to convince Austin to take me to the WaHo (the Waffle House, for those of you not well-versed in all things breakfast). And for those of you who’ve known me ever, you know I love southern breakfast food, so it’s really nice to treat myself to that once in a while. So I was able to convince the hubs to take me there with the promise that we would hit up the run club to run a few hours later.
Now if there’s something disgusting on the menu somewhere, there’s a good chance that my husband will order it. With that in mind, look at this monstrosity that my husband ordered.
I believe that is an ENTIRE plate dedicated to hash browns adorned with jalepeños, ham, cheese, tomatoes, hot sauce, and I believe onions. And he ate ALL of them. (He ran twice yesterday to make up for it.)
We topped off breakfast by going into my job for a little while for me to catch up on some emails and for me to move the cycling bikes back into the studio for the week after we got the floors refinished, and ended the day with a long, hot run through downtown Raleigh.
Running at Night
I was at the coffee shop writing, right by the windows, when I saw her.
She was tiny, gorgeous, and fast, and she was running. Nothing wrong with that quite obviously – I run like I brush my teeth, I sort of feel like it’s necessary for me to function like a normal human being, but I was struck by the fact that this tiny girl was running at night.
My first instinct was to think, “She shouldn’t be doing that!? Is she dumb or something?!”
And then I had to pull it back. I should be able to run out night – she should be able to run at night without me thinking about how stupid of a girl she must be. And unfortunately, a few stupid, horrible, sick guys have made it so that we can’t even do what we do at night without fearing for our safety.
So me? I don’t really run at night. Sometimes, during the winter especially, it’s unavoidable, but running at night, while exhilarating, makes me nervous, and takes away from my run.
Ladies, what do you think? Do you run at night?