Day TWELVE!

Today was a distance day. And distance we did. 

Six miles.

Six grueling miles.

And yet we probably consumed more calories than we burned during our endeavor.

How?

Well, we had the brilliant idea, Jake and I, to expand our "adverse terrain" and make our way to the coffeehouse and back, where we enjoyed salsa, chips, and mocha samples. Ridiculous. 

In any case, coming back for the final three miles was quite easy after having coffee, which I had been trying to wean myself off of. 

This may have been the very first day where I enjoyed running. FREAK OUT.

As we ran from white fences to gold barren fields and sun rays expanded downward from dreary yet triumphant clouds, I found myself truly wanting to run. Feeling the freedom it allows. 

Glad that's out of my system.

Enjoying running is probably something that won't happen again until day 212. :)

Tomorrow is a Kill Me Day- or a Die Day- or a Burn in Fiery Hell--oh whatever you can think of, day.

I feel the need to work on this, though, because yesterday the Kill Me Day wasn't horrible. Any ideas? 

ALSO! I was given a sharp warning today from a close friend:

"I heard when you run a marathon your toenails fall off."

WHAT?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa there buddy. I don't know if I am willing to part with the body parts, partner.

Jeff Galloway from Run Injury Free writes this:

Each time your foot swings forward, a little extra blood is pushed into the toe region due to the force of the foot coming forward. If you increase your distance regularly and very gradually, your toes will adjust to each new maximum distance and only complain when you extend farther. In a marathon training program, almost everyone gets at least one black toenail. Running faster than you should be running, at any time during a long run, will increase the chance of this injury. Read more here!

Well shoot. Now I'm afraid. 

After doing a huge array of research, I've found that most people attribute this to small shoes- which is scientifically discredited. 

Others call it a victorious rite of passage.

Yea, Right.

In any case, I'm definitely going to try my hardest to take care of my little piggies. 

That's all for now imaginary readers.

Gotta Run, 

Brooke

Here's something that never works as an excuse for the police: 

"...ummm, it's a long story." 

This is what Jake is hysterically laughing at right now. 

Also, I just pulled up a $114 pair of shoes and Jake was like, "Wow, those are expensive. They must be the best shoes ever."

Why are you driving your car into your family?

....Ummm, it's a long story.

I'll bet.