This morning, I had to get up early in order to get my required run in -- Norah has a doctor appointment at 8 am and I have a taco eating challenge tonight (more on that in a minute), so o'dark thirty was the only time available. Thus, I got up at the ungodly hour of 5 am, but temps were already in the mid-80s and humidity? Let's just say that a typical summer morning here in South Florida is like being inside a terrarium, so yeah, it was humid.
I just ran 3 miles (30:26), but it was good to get it done so early. On this 21 day streak, I am not seeking speed or distance, just consistency, so the pressure is off in terms of trying to battle the heat to go further or faster. So a short, slow 3 miler? Perfect for me right now.
Now, with the run done and out of the way for the day, I can concentrate my energies on preparing for my taco challenge this evening. But first, some back story: Remember last Wednesday when I mentioned going out to eat and you guys all assumed Jerry and I were going out to enjoy a "date night" (how cute of you; note how I didn't correct you)? Well, the truth was that we were meeting some friends at a local Mexican restaurant/bar for their happy hour special: $.25 tacos. So, yes, we brought Norah and she too bellied up to the bar (they actually have specially modified high chairs for this, I kid you not), and I had a beer and ate 8 tacos.
Well, my friend Jon also ate 8 tacos. No big deal, it was no competition or anything, but apparently, since then, the guys have been giving him unholy loads of crap about only being able to match me in taco consumption. So, in order to earn his man-card back, he has officially challenged me to a "taco-off" to see who can eat more tacos tonight. Thus, why I wanted to get my run done this morning -- because after I kick his ass in taco eating tonight, I know I won't want to move, much less run.