I call this, "The Face of Pain." I'm not sure my face has ever looked more like an angry 80 year old man.
Anyways, I ran the Reston 10-miler on Sunday and felt terrible. I was really sick, it was really hilly and I was grouchy. (Can you tell?) I complained to Sol about how slow I was and how badly I wanted to quit... and then I realized I ran 8:25 min/mile, which is pretty good for a sick girl on a hard course. Sol asked me what I wanted to run, and we both had a good laugh when I told him I wanted to run 7:30s. Silly Rachel.
I'm running the Rock and Roll Half Marathon next weekend (I ran it two years ago) and I'm hoping to improve on the 7:44 min/mile time I ran then... we'll see!
And thanks for all the comments on the Baby Led Weaning post--it never ceases to surprise me how different styles and ways of parenting go in and out of vogue! It certainly feels like the lazy, second child way to feed your kid... sorry you don't get homemade purees! You get little bits of your brother's food. Eat up.