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My marathon training schedule had me resting my legs and lifting weights tonight, but the weather was too beautiful not to get out and run.

Plus — shocker — Aaron joined me! He has two weekends off before his next bike race, so he didn’t have to worry about keeping his legs fresh for once.

Good thing, since we beat the hell out of ‘em.

Nothing like busting out seven miles when you haven’t run in months. Those rock-hard cyclist quads and calves are full of black magic, I tell you.

He’s naturally a fast runner, and obviously in ridiculously good shape, so he pushed me to run a bit faster than I normally would have. But you know what? I think I wound up pushing him a bit, too.

He stopped to go to the bathroom at one point, then sprinted like halfway around Green Lake to catch up with me. I think he was… a little winded. I kept up the pace, though. Heh!

I love running. I love Aaron. I love sharing my love of running with Aaron.

Good things. : )

Oh yeah, and I officially upgraded my Seattle Rock ‘n’ Roll half marathon registration to the full marathon. Seemed like a good day to do it.

Countdown to June 22.

Marathon training goes on. Four miles tonight.

It was sunny and clear all day. It felt all wrong that the weather was so bright when the news I followed today was so dark.

Mile one, clouds rolled in and it started to sprinkle.

Mile two, the sprinkle turned into a pour, and then into hail. It felt good.

Mile three, the rain and hail cleared. I saw a woman wearing an I ❤ BOSTON shirt. I caught her eye and nodded as we ran by each other. She gave me a sad smile.

Mile four, I rounded a corner of the Green Lake path and saw the start of a rainbow in the distance.

For Boston.

Put one foot in front of the other. Keep moving forward.

iwillrunforfood:

Someone that I follow on Twitter said:

“As a runner, I feel like someone just attacked my friends. As I person, I am just horrified.”

After Columbine, I was terrified to go to school. After the Oregon mall shooting this past December, I was terrified to shop for Christmas gifts. After Sandy Hook, I became terrified for my future children.

And now, some evil people want to make me and others terrified of one of life’s most satisfying achievements — finishing a marathon.

I am horrified by what happened in Boston, and I am devastated for the victims and their families, but I refuse to be afraid.

Whoever is behind these bombs: BIG MISTAKE. YOU DO NOT WANT TO MESS WITH RUNNERS.

I still feel a bit nervous before every long run, but I’m always good once I get going — and I finished this one strong!

It was super-cold and windy for the first few miles, but I warmed up in no time. Later in the day, it rained and HAILED like crazy, so I was glad I got my run done early!

Then, to help replace the 1,600+ calories I burned, I made cookie dough Laraballs!

I used this recipe that’s supposed to taste like homemade cookie dough Larabars, but made the dough into balls rather than bars… so, Laraballs!

Instead of mixing chocolate chips into the dough, I melted dark chocolate chips and drizzled the chocolate over the balls. I also omitted the sea salt in the dough and instead sprinkled a little Peruvian pink sea salt on top, which made these babies taste more like truffles than energy bites! Yum yum yum.

Aaron says these are even better than the peanut butter bites, which is saying a lot because he looooves peanut butter.

Can’t wait to bring some to snack on during Aaron’s race tomorrow! Fingers crossed for no more rain or hail…

Aaron turned 27 yesterday! What can I say about him other than that I can’t wait to marry his face off?

And he has many faces.

Muddy face.

Hipster face.

Cinnamon roll race.

Champagne face.

Horse face.

Race face.

Winning face.

Angsty face.

Baby face.

I hope our future child comes out looking exactly like him, because dang, that is one cute baby!

I have pictured many times what his face will look like as I walk down the aisle toward him on our wedding day, and it always makes me cry. I imagine it will look something like his winning face; hopefully not so much the horse face.

I’m the real winner, though, because I get to wife the sweetest, funniest, foxiest guy in the world.

Happy birthday, my love.