No, not that kind of streaker. That kind of streaking would only take a few beers worth of convincing.*
No, I can not become a runner who streaks, aka runs every day. Today was supposed to be a rest day. I ran the last three days (one of them twice and all of them pretty fast as that’s how I tolerate treadmill running). Wednesday is normally a rest day, but I had to run today. It was GORGEOUS outside, plus Beer Geek had a meeting tonight, so if I didn’t run during his short time at home, I’d get no break from the kids. And I was at the point that the putting my kids in a crate sounded like a good idea except we only have a cat crate and that would be a really tight fit. (Said cat is named Pete’s Wicked Kitty – any guesses where his name came from? *)
Anyways, I ran a measly, heavy legged 3 miles. I’m glad I did it because it really was nice to be outside by myself, but I’ll probably regret it tomorrow when I run again. I should rest, but it’s supposed to be even nicer tomorrow and I just can’t resist a run on a pretty day (just like I can’t resist a good beer.)*
*See I can mention beer even when I’m not actually talking about drinking LOL.