Fun hilly run in the wee hours of the morning yesterday. Yes, I started writing this yesterday and never posted. C’est la vie.
Why you ask? Well, because I have a house full of super fun guests: my sister, adorable niece and super handsome nephew.
I was super excited as things are heating up here in SoCal and I have a trip to the *very hot & humid* Dominican Republic next month where I will need to hydrate with BOTTLED water.
On a total side note have any of you ever found a good place to run near resorts in the Caribbean? I can’t stand the dreadmill. I’m thinking about trying to find a local runner and pimp myself out by paying them to take me on a few runs while I’m there for the week.
All good. Right?
A few hours later my sister showed up with this –>
But it seems my sister is single handedly trying to destroy any semblance of a PR in the Laguna Hills Half Marathon on Memorial Day by undermining my hydration and diet. But it’s our tradition to do margaritas throughout her visit. And who am I to break tradition?
So far: pizza, In N Out, beer, lack of mileage and for the record as I finish typing this I might be sucking down a beergarita (don’t knock it until you’ve tried it people). Oh and it’s only Tuesday. Whoops.
Buh bye sub-100 minute halfsie.
But if you were in a house with 5 children under the age of 7 you might find yourself drinking too.