Holy Shmoly! Today I went downtown to the amazing and wonderful place us Michiganders call Belle Isle. A 5.5 mile island on the Detroit riverfront. This place is amazing and a perfect spot to run on a Sunday morning. You get all kinds on Belle Isle from the homeless to the professional. My favorite is the guy out there running who clearly slept on the island but has nothing better to do than jog through it.
family reunions were in full effect too. I saw one with a full on DJ and dunk tank! Almost aborted the rest of my run and joined in. Being that everyone else at the party was black I figured they would probably know I wasn't actually part of the family and kept on running.
I'm moving into a new long distance category and frankly a bit nervous about the training increases in terms of my commitment level. I have to say I couldn't be more thankful for my amazing girl friend right now who is encouraging me and keeping me on track big time. tomorrow I'll blog more on the power of pussy, but I'm cashed (as I think can be expected) and need to get to sleep.
49 pounds to go.
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