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Fartlek...Say What???

The first time I heard the word I almost tripped over the narcoleptic dog passed out in my hallway (a story for another day). My running partner and accountability Nazi just arrived having inhaled two Grande Expresso Lattee Mocha whatevers, and he was ready to run. “Today we are going to do a fartlek!” he babbled shaking uncontrollably from a caffeine blood level that would kill a moose. I paused, trying to ...