I had a plan, peoples!
At 3 miles, I really wanted it. Sweat was running into my eyes, the top of my head was hot, and it felt like tiny bugs were crawling through my hair. I even ran a comb through it and checked, but thankfully, I was not carting critters around Dixon.
And then stuff started going through my head. I was stuck on wanting my Skeezix hat, and stuff just started forming in there.
To the tune of Jesus Loves Me
Skeezix digs me,
This I know
For the CB* tells me so
He sits there nice upon my head
So at mile ten I won't be dead.**
Try having that stuck in your head for a couple of miles.
I stopped for a Diet Coke at McD's since it was along the way (and to make use of the facilities...that's important, yes it is...) and checked my distance.
Still 1.5 miles from home.
So much for jst doing 5 today.
I hit the door at 6.25; my lower back is screaming at me so I'm not sure I'll get on the bike this afternoon. We'll wait to see it the Naprosyn takes effect.
Still, it was a nice 6.25 miles, with sunshine and the not-too-warms...
*Cat Blogosphere, in case you were unaware of this awesomeness
**'Cause, you know, Skeezy on my head prevents sunstroke and dying halfway though the day...