Yesterday James and I tackled the sad mess that I cringed to call a backyard.
I raked, James mowed, and we both cleaned off the deck, trimmed the hedges, and straightened up a couple of our flower beds.
So upon waking this morning, I was not surprised to find myself with sore shoulders, a stiff back, and blistered hands.
We had talked about doing a run in Umstead over this Thanksgiving holiday, but last Monday James stepped in a hole at work and rolled his ankle. While not sprained too badly, it was still tender enough to warrant wearing a soft ankle brace and avoid any unstable surfaces.
We headed out for a run this morning, James testing his ankle by running the first 5.5 of my 10 planned miles.
It was definitely a struggle today; a reminder that perhaps heading back to the gym for some strength training this winter wouldn't be a bad idea.
Miles 540-549: Loving this weird fall - 71°, baby!
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