Like the phrase goes:
"The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry"
Friday night was full of all of those… Judi.. being Judi… was un-accusing and calm as usual despite the fact she was dealing with similar emotions. We got a police report and started planning how to put things back together.
The first 2 casualties were the planned century (trimmed to 80) and the brick (trimmed altogether)
The 80 was good… the planned route just looped 10 miles sooner. Which got us finished in time (and with enough energy) to go laptop shopping.
Sunday we had a nice long run planned for the early morning. Dawn found us a couple of miles in… and completely soaked in sweat… it was humid to the Nth degree and about 80F already. We ran from the house to the UNF trails… ran the 3 mile loop twice and ran home… despite getting water along the way I was down 10 lbs post run…. Yikes! And felt kinda sluggish the rest of the day.
And as old Paul Harvey used to say… "Now you know…. The rest of the story"