Yesterday I met Jill and Beth in downtown Denver for a run. I originally had 16 miles on my schedule, but I had come down with a viral infection and pleurisy of the lungs on Thursday, so I was going to shorten my run and see how I felt doing 5-6 miles.
We met at the downtown REI and took a few pictures and started on our run. Well, the first mile was almost all the way uphill, and I was either going to vomit up my lung or have to call in the paramedics to bring me oxygen, so I decided that 4 miles would be the way to go for the day.
We ran back to REI and I ran to my husband’s office to change and Jill and Beth took off to finish their remaining 12 miles.
After changing, I headed over to “The Market” to grab a cup of coffee and get a little work done before meeting the girls for lunch. The Market is a cool little downtown eatery that has an espresso bar as well as sandwiches and stuff. I snagged a HUGE cup of nonfat caramel latte and managed to spill most of it all over me, my laptop, and my table. Oospy.
About 12:30, the girl stream in and we are all ready for lunch. I moved my computer to clean table and went to order lunch. I turned the corner and there is Jill staring down the cake counter. The girl likes her sugar, but is trying to give it up for her marathon training, so I snapped a picture of her sad face.
Then I notice Beth eyeballing the booze. My kind of girl. It was a good thing that bottle was capped, I’m quite sure she would have downed the whole thing.
I ordered spinach and cheese filo and an Easy Street Wheat. I had only run 4.5 miles, so I didn’t feel bad about having a beer for lunch. It’s all about recovery.
Beth's sandwish was as big as her head.
We bribed the dude at the counter to snap a quick shot of us.
We had a great time and I look forward to running with them again. Hopefully next time, my lung will cooperate