This weekend, out of no real intention, running took a back seat. Friday, I managed to hit the pool for 25 min of aqua jogging and 15 min of lap swimming to work on that tight hamstring.
Saturday morning, I fit in an early 2.5 mi run with the dog before setting off to see my mom. Later that evening, I squeezed in 15 miles on the bike in an hour before manfriend and I jetted off to a dinner party.
And Sunday, well, I was set to do a long run with the group. But manfriend, as nice as he is, wanted to go riding with me. Since my long run was being abandoned, I demanded we ride long and incorporate hills. That we did. The weather was nice so I didn't have to wear crazy layers, which I love.
We passed a big lake, went up some hills, saw a few deer and wild turkey, took a wrong turn, stopped to use the restroom and grab fuel, contemplated eating lunch and finally, made it home.
After several hours of riding (4+), we arrived home famished with 46 miles of pavement behind us. The rest of the day was pretty much shot because I felt like a zombie. I did however, manage to cook up a mean lasagna. More about that later...