It’s moving week! I am trying to get some runs in at my favorite spots, since I won’t be in these parts again for a while. Tonight, Frank (the hubby) and I went for a night run. He doesn’t like to run much, but I managed to convince him to go out for an easy 3 miles. I needed a good recovery run since my legs were a little sore from my 14 miler on Sunday.
It was so beautiful! The Notre Dame dome was lit and it was a perfect 75 degrees. Plus, we pretty much had the roads to ourselves.
Frank managed to keep the conversation light by discussing the physics of farting in space. He suggested that this was the best way to determine the force of forward momentum of a fart.
The main issue that he found with this is that you’d probably die after be exposed in space too soon to actually measure your fart’s force.
Easy runs are pretty fun. What a perfect night!
Are you a night or morning runner? Is your partner also your running buddy?