Phew!

10 miles sucks. 10 miles makes my legs feel like they are made of lead. 10 miles makes my toes sore even after getting a pedicure (where the woman did not give an adequate foot massage and I don't even like foot massages.) It really was not a bad run; it was just long. I'm suspect of gmaps-pedometer. I need to go measure in my car. I was going to after I had lunch with Adina but suddenly got very tired and had to go home immediately. Of course, Cheshire Bridge was completely backed up due to a light being out at Lavista so I probably could have measured in the same amount of time that it took me to actually get home. I need to plan my runs better. I need to make them more scenic. The first 70% or so of my run was great. I went through the Highlands and down to the park and up Monroe. I honestly had thoughts of, "Atlanta is so great. Here's an open air market and a bakery that smells good. Oh, there's a park. I remember when I went to a festival here. They're selling Christmas trees that smell good." Then I got to Piedmont and blech. The real blech part, which I knew going into this sort of, was when I was on Buford Highway. I would normally turn right and not be on that road for very long to get to my apartment but in order to make the run longer, I overshot it and went up to the next street. Not scenic. By the time I got near my apartment, I was pretty much dying. I kept having to stop for lights and stuff and when I've run that much, it hurts a lot more to stop then to keep going. So, next weekend I need to have some better planning.

I got invited to a party in Kennesaw. An ugly sweater party. Red flag, red flag. And I'm not talking about the ugly sweater part. I'm talking about Kennesaw. I am not partying 45 minutes away. Before I go on a big rant about ITP vs OTP (inside and outside of the city essentially), I will be the first to admit that I'm a snob. I am. Deal. Not going to Kennesaw. Not ranting either.

My feet hurt.