I have plans to run most of my 18 miler on Sunday with my new running friend, Tova! I don't normally run with others, except during a race. I usually like to just zone out, but I'm looking forward to having company on my first long run of this cycle. It will surely help pass the time. That's the great thing about running with friends. Also, I think Tova and I are pretty equally matched, pace-wise. Don't mind my slow ass training runs, T. Oh, and my emergency bathroom breaks. I will try to keep the bathroom stops at a minimum, preferably non-existent. You've been warned.
But before my 18 miler on Sunday, I'm taking the little ones on a quick getaway to visit The Nun and her family up in Massachusetts. She lives very rurally. How rural? She has pet chickens and wild turkeys in her backyard. I'm looking forward to running my 7 miler with her Saturday on dirt roads. The threat of aggressive, texting Long Island drivers will be replaced by fisher cats, porcupines, and skunks. Oh my.
Say hello to Mr. Nasty Fisher Cat. I never even knew he existed until The Nun moved up north. He's not warm and cuddly. Note to Self: When confronted with sharp teeth and beady eyes, run faster than The Nun. Just kidding. Heh heh.