Con Queso

This was an easy week. On Saturday we knew we only had to run 3 miles, and we treated that three miles like it was 3 feet. We had some drinks Friday night, we had a bunch of coffee Saturday morning, a big lunch, followed by chips con queso. So delicious. But we regretted it the minute it started digesting.

We decided we were tired of running in our neighborhood so we looked online for a 3 mile route in the area. Mapmyrun.com had a "Crown of Queen Anne" run that looked pretty good and Queen Anne is only a few miles away from our house. We got dressed in our gear (me in my 2nd set of new shoes and crossing my fingers!) and headed out. Parking was easy, and right where the run was supposed to start. We took off (up hill). It was warm out, and the whole route felt uphill...about a mile and a half in we started feeling that con queso creeping around in our bellies! Somehow, the very very long (but beautiful...even if you don't run, go walk the crown of Queen Anne!) 3 miles came to an end as the Jeep slowly came back into view.

We pushed the final uphill spurt and I was gasping for air by the time we got there. Kyle looked at me funny. I thought it was because I was make a weird noise with my closed up throat, but then he said "Oh Sh#*! I locked the keys in the car!" The keys dangling from his hand were the house keys that he so painstakenly wrangled off the key ring. Oops. I guess it was just habit to take off the house keys since we usually run from home...but it was warm out. I was tired. I had to pee. And the car keys were sitting JUST inside the car.

We walked the extra 3.5miles home. Kyle is now called "three and a half".