Meaning we both completed 8 miles of running. No stopping. No walking. In some pretty toasty temperatures.
We used our (new in Joy's case) utility belts—which were carrying water, GU, Chomps, tissues and a cell phone to get us through the humidity.
Here's a photo of the "before" shot at 7:16 a.m.:
Sure. Let's be all smily and stuff. No biggie. 8 miles. When we consulted this guy, we got the expected stock response of "Outlook Good." Even though the heat, humidity, rude cyclists (seriously, how hard is it to say "on the left" when you're going 35 miles an hour and don't *really* want to kill a pedestrian?) and uneven pavement around Mile 13 on the Lakefront Path had other ideas.
Still, we made it. And here's photographic evidence from awhile later:
It's not easy to tell how fresh and fabulous we are. But count on it. We feel great. And we smell greater. Just another Saturday at Chicago's lakefront.Next week, a bigger challenge: 10 miles on the Saturday after a Friday night wedding in a foreign locale where the air conditioning is scarce but the ice cream is freaking amazing. Oh, and speaking of ice cream? The place that we discussed here is opening this week. Huzzah!
Thanks for reading. And Happy Birthday, America!
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