Yesterday was a monumental moment for me. I ended my 14 pair streak of Asics and succombed to the Runner's World/Life Time Fitness advertisements that invade my head and bought me a pair of Brooks.
They are lighter, cuter, cheaper, and more bendable. All important factors when it comes to Christa's running shoes. Starting now. I tested them out by shredding with Jillian last night and they make my jumping jacks way higher and my static lunges more perfect. I'll let you know how they do on the Cedar Lake Trail as soon as I find a spare hour. Which, when you have a demanding schedule of Twins games, laundry, shopping, and naps, it's hard to find time for trivial things like running outside when it's beyond beautiful out.
Have I told you lately how much I love being right? The only thing better than being right is getting to prove you're right. I just got to do that. I'm still waiting for the person who was wrong to apologize for ever doubting me. We'll see if it happens as I get the feeling the ego is definitely bruised. Badly bruised.
So for now, I'm basking in the fact that I was correct and so I'm going to go treat myself to a baby cup of coffee since yes, I woke up late again. Today I blame it on the 4:30am thunderstorm and the fact that I turned off the air at some point last night and forgot to turn it back on. Waking up in a cold sweat to thunder and lightning is hardly a good way to start a day. Which is why I turned on the ac and went back to sleep til 7:30. Eh, it happens. and I'm a better, happier and more rested woman for it.
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