When we started out on Saturday it was unbelievably windy. I kept saying to Jeramie while we were driving, "this is gonna suck." I guess I shouldn't have been so negative. But wind is probably my least favorable running condition. As we got started I kept thinking that at least we were running into the wind on the way out, so it would be at our backs coming back and with quite how windy it was it would practically carry us! We're talking SO windy that when I talked to Jeramie spit would fly out of my mouth! haha. And oh did it make my nose run. Ironically enough the direction we ran our turn around point ended up being literally across the river from my work. We could see the building when we turned. Then on the way back the wind completely died down. So much for it carrying us back! It was a good solid 8 miles. My legs felt strong all week.
I did notice that one thing I don't love about running long on Saturday's as opposed to Sunday's is that normally after my long run on Sunday I meet up with my mum and head out to do our grocery shopping together. So I'm on my feet and moving the rest of the day without really thinking much about it. But these past two Saturdays after we run we've basically come home and I feel exhausted and don't even want to move my butt from the couch. It's amazing to me how much it feels like it takes out of me. And yet I love it and look forward to it so much.
As I was stretching after our run I noticed how pretty the mountains looked behind me.
I had to share the view!