|Belle lives in my car now|
Two weeks ago, MacKenna and I set out for a 40-mile training ride starting at Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery. It was lovely and we were having a good time, but had no clue where we were going. At mile 25, MacKenna checked the directions on her phone. Turns out, we were 25 miles away from the cars. It was fun until about the last 10 miles. Then, it was quite literally a pain in the butt. We ended our ride mere minutes before a downpour.
This week, we met up with Jenny and biked the eastern half of the Venus course, which was gorgeous and slightly more hilly than our previous ride. We saw horses and classic cars, along with a triathlon that we accidentally crashed near Lake Zurich.
In terms of running, I've had a few lows during the past two weeks. My 14-mile run was terrible, but the 15-mile run was tolerable. My toes have been bothering me, so I went back to the shoe store that I bought my last pair of running shoes to see what I'm doing wrong. Two of my toes have callouses and I'm fairly certain I'll lose a toenail as a result. The salesperson told me my socks were terrible and probably the cause (cotton is rotten when it comes to socks, apparently). So I sucked it up and bought $11 socks. And while I was there, I might as well check out the clearance bin ... and hello ugly as sin Asics, you can come home with me. And that, friends, is how you reach the $200 Dick Pond customer rewards threshold in a year.
|Jackie and me|
|Me and Rachael|