I was somewhat less than enthusiastic this morning when the post-dawn light permeated my tightly closed eyelids and I realized that Task #1 on my checklist for the day was to run 5 miles. It took some significant mental gymnastics to talk myself into throwing off the sheet and throwing on my non-stiletto sneakers. I promised myself that I would take it easy, just to get myself to do it. Remember, Wendy, this is an exercise, not a race. Just look at the scenery and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
A half hour later I was out the door, and 13 minutes later my phone tracker announced, "One. Mile. Thirteen. Minutes. Twelve. Seconds." Holy Toledo! (That's a city located in the O-How-I-Hate state, btw.) I wasn't only taking it easy, is a 13 minute mile still running?? WAKE UP!
I picked up the pace, lengthened my stride, and to my surprise found that I was feeling pretty spunky. I kept running. I took a couple of side paths, and, despite the heat, truly felt at home on the trail. An hour and eight minutes after starting, I was back at my driveway -- exceeding my goal of 5 miles, and doing more than 5 miles per hour! Hurray!
Até amanhã...
7/16/11 - 5.8 miles | 1 hr 8 mins | 5.0 mph | 647 kcal
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