This was an unmotivated day... I had nothing. I called Fyffe and cuss near begged him to run, just couldn't put it together. I was very disappointed in myself for about 4 seconds when Ellie and Lena came to me. If they could talk, here's what they might of said, "get off you cuss and at least take us somewhere to do anything."
Which was a tidal wave of instant skull crushery. We piled into the truck and headed to west west to run a great trail by the pinnacle. Once I was in stride, all cares were gone, motivation was pulsing, but I was happy to be enjoying nature and being outside.
My girls are tremendous sidekicks, especially when the kick need not be in the side but in the cuss.