My renewed enthusiasm for and commitment to running has been going swimmingly. And I am loving my Nike Frees. No, I'm not a paid spokesperson (I wish!!), but they're better than I'd hoped. I haven't done more than 4 miles at a time in them, but I'm hopeful that I can keep going with them. Who knows what kind of crazy barefoot running is in my future? I'm not a barefoot kind of a girl, but with Merrell set to introduce a "barefoot" shoe later this year, it's clear that there are starting to be more options for minimalist running. Just as we should let a playa play, maybe we should let a pronata pronate, baby.
But today, instead of knocking out the 4-ish miles I'd planned, I slept in, ended up with not one but two little short buddies on my run, and eked out a half mile pushing one and dragging the other. And I ate a corndog at the county fair and took a nap. I'll blame it on PMS, and see you back out on the track/treadmill/trail/road soon.
