Yes, that is the theme of today's run. I can spit better. I was a horrible spitter when I started running. Your natural instinct when you spit is to spit forward--away from yourself. When you're moving forward that's not such a good idea. For someone as graceful as me, turning your head to the side and spitting out, while still moving forward is not so easily done. Especially not without falling on your face...or spitting in it. But today, while trudging through my 3.8 miles, I did it! Woo! Go me! The small victories.... :)
In other news, Kyle has kindly conceded in the race for the title of "Pace Master". Although my pace would be described as "turtlesque", he joins me (mostly) without complaint. Even though it means he almost trips on his own feet trying to keep them from moving too quickly. Thanks, Baby.
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