But that's not important.
What's important is, WE RAN!!! I have a confession...I haven't been on a trail run in probably years. It may be that college was the last time I went on one, and that was probably a pretty sad one even then. Not that this one was anything grand, but oh..my...goodness. I have been missing out.
Speaking of my shoes, you may notice that they are not on my feet after the run. That's because I let Little Girl (as hubs calls her) go into the lake. She doesn't swim, but she'll drink her way in up to about chest deep...just far enough for me to not want to get my flashy new Adidases all wet, so off they came.
I'm super pumped about this new pastime. The leash worked well (though I will say...a full stomach of pasta + running + a pully dog on a leash belted around my waist was nearly a disastrous combination) and the only thing I wish I'd brought was her backpack...because I REALLY hate carrying her poop. REALLY.