I got out for a good trail run yesterday, just under 7 miles. Solo run this week, my husband was mt biking with some of our riding buddies. Normally we ride on Sat and do our longer run on Sunday, but I have a saddle sore, for lack of a better term, and so I opted not to go ride. It also gives him an rare opportunity to go ride with a group of guys a not have to worry about how I am surviving. I know he is not comfortable with me being off in the woods by myself, but to his credit, he did not say a word.
It was SO beautiful yesterday morning. Crisp, like 27 degrees or so, and I was actually in the woods before sunrise, so I got to see it come up through the trees. I was going to take a picture, but that required taking my pack off. I did get a picture of steam rising off the lake when I was done. Very pretty.
I did pretty well, just ran my own pace, added on a mile. I got up and did a few easy miles on the road this morning to work out a few stiff corners, and I will head off to gooey yoga this morning to stretch.

