Last week: 10.5 miles
This week (if all goes according to plan): 19.75
So, I’m totally breaking the 10% rule, but since my pace can hardly be considered running, I can cheat a little, right?
And…today wasn’t supposed to be a running day, but I got up early and ran anyway; 3.03 in slow-mo. Felt good, if a little warmer and muggier than yesterday.
For those of you who run at the crack of dawn, do you eat first? And if so, how the hell do you do that?
I can’t even find it in me to put a cracker in my face that early in the morning. I ate a couple of fuel gummies today; sufficient for a 3 mile hardly-run, but what about when I start doing 10+? Here’s to hoping it’ll be cooler by then and I can start running in the evenings again, like a normal person.
I still can’t beliiiieve how slow I run. I was trying to figure out if there was any point in the run that I maybe blacked out or had to wait 10 minutes for a train to pass, but no such luck.
This afternoon: floor exercises galore, a la Jillian.
And there’s a Founder’s Devil Dancer Triple IPA burning a hole in my fridge.
I am such a rebel.
Today’s blog post was made possible by a grant from the Judas Priest Foundation.