WEATHER: A little hot, but really, conditions are perfect.
MILES THIS WEEK: 40
WHERE TO: Allllll over.
MOOD: The thrill of the mighty huntress.*
*…by which I mean I KILLED A MOUSE this morning. So yeah, this has nothing to do with running, but it does have to do with badassery, so I’m just gonna roll with it. See, the Irishwoman informed me last night, when the mouse scurried out from under the oven as I was baking cookies, that OH MY GOD THERE’S A MOUSE BY YOUR FOOT GET IT GET IT.
OK, sure, fine.