Anyway, so my twenty minute run today was punctuated by seeing all the little rugrats walking around in their costumes. Such cuties. Really, I'm not a super-big Halloween person - I generally take the easiest route possible when making a costume (ie: "hey, I'm a lifeguard!" or "hey, look, I'm a firefighter!" or "hey, look, I'm a lacrosse player!") - but I do enjoy a great handmade costume, so long as I am not the one handmaking it. (Side note to SJ - you will more than likely be in charge of all future spawn costumes, just a head's up.) So seeing all the kids running around in their gear made my twenty-minute run feel like, well, a twenty minute run. I mean, there's not much lower you can go, friends.
So this whole tapering thing has been slightly strange. Two and three mile runs seem like not even worth the effort of getting dressed and going outside. Is it weird that I'm looking forward to Sunday if for no other reason than to run a distance that makes me feel like I'm actually accomplishing something?
After my "run", I came home and got ready to give candy to grabby-handed kids. Being a volunteer firefighter makes costumes readily available - just stick a helmet out and call it a day. I treated myself to a Pumking Beer (by Southern Tier Brewery - highly, highly recommended) and SJ and I split a delicious
Damn, we really are old.
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