I felt really good and about 2 miles in, I said: "Even though we haven't run since Easter Sunday, I feel really good. I feel like I have 50 miles in my legs." Her reply? "I feel like puking." Love...isn't it great?! Eventually, we did return home after a crisp 6 miles with negative splits the whole way. In the end, we never regret the run and are always thankful we did it...together. She never did puke, by the way, and I feel like I still have miles in me....well, at least 39 of them on Monday.
Have a great weekend!