Running Chick

Woo, busy weekend. Josh and I planned on heading to Marquette with the utility trailer to pick up some building materials on Saturday. We got as far as Baraga when some wheel-related thing happened and we came to a screeching (literally) halt on the side of the road. The wheel was too far gone for fixing, so we ended up calling in reinforcements.

Oopsies. Marquette trip busted, day over.

Sunday was my long run day and I ticked off six miles in the morning for a total of 12 pain-free miles for the week. That's pretty monumental for me. The last time I got up to twelve for the week was back in February. Who knows whan the last time I got there pain-free.

I should have probably taken a rest day today, but the weather was too nice to not get out and do something, so I decided to take a little run on my favorite trails in Oskar. I took my camera with me to get pictures of the leaves, but they had already peaked and were pretty blah. So, I ended up taking a bunch of lame pictures of me running.

My trail. Heart.

Putting on my "Trail running is serious business" face.

Yes, I’m an idiot. The stories are true.

It’s hard to take your picture while you’re running.

The blurry background makes me look fast! I’m not.

Somebody besides me using my trail. The nerve!