Yoninah and I ran over three miles on Sunday outside, a course I plotted out in my neighborhood. We started out walking a little and then started running. After about a block, we looked at each other and said, "WHAT ARE WE THINKING?" Running outside is 100 TIMES HARDER than running on a treadmill, we agreed. Why didn't anyone tell us this? So we were feeling just a little unprepared for the Race for the Cure coming up this Sunday. By the time we got home, though, we were feeling better about it. We had to walk some, but with the wind, I guess we just have to say there's no shame in that.

I ran today again. There was less wind, and I ran slower, and not quite as far, so I was able to run the whole way and not walk. My legs were tired, but I wasn't too tired, more energized. Now, of course, five hours later, I'm VERY tired.

Yoninah is sick now this week, and I counseled her not to run anymore but just to rest, that she would be fine on Sunday. She's in very good shape, and I believe she'll be fine, if she's healthy by Sunday.