Once again I was had by some friendly chick who was new to the group run. They always say the same thing... "Is this your first time?", "Is everyone really fast", and then the "Oh, I am sooo slow" to which I say "Me too!" and then they say "I'll probably just run with you". That's nice. Little do they know that when I say I'm slow, it's not just me trying to make friends or be funny. I am for real slow, bitches! Sure enough, when I stopped for my first Gallowalk (as in Jeff Gallloway, inventor of the run/walk method), she kept on with her 9 min pace. Please. 11 minute miler here! I'm tired of bitches lying to me, saying they're slow. I wonder what kind of responses I would get if I put an ad on craigslist for a slow bitch to do fartleks with. Ability to do negative splits a plus.
Today was a rest day and my husband was off, and yesterday I was quit canned so we went for lunch at what I think is our favorite place. He has a blog about food and stuff. Eating food, cooking food, and all that stuff. He did a post about the place we ate and it is way too easy for me to just send you there rather than typing the whole thing out and importing the pictures myself. So go check out his blog.