At least if you are talking about gravity.
Unfortunately that particular law of physics does not come into play when talking about speed or the scale.
The neverending (or so it seems) battle with injuries has had a not so happy affect on both. I used to see 8s as the first number on at least a few miles every run except for long runs. Now I’m lucky if I see a 9 for more than a mile. Also, my shorts are tight and my body just feels soft. I’m over it.
Thursday began “Project Get My Sh$# Together.” Summer is here and my workout time will be limited. I have only three weeks of school left and with all the things I need to attend at the school, I think I have one full day to myself. And then I have the boys home with me (or on vacation with me) until September. I’m going to have to make the minutes I do have count. Speedwork, anyone? (Yes, I am smart enough to know that not every run can be run fast. I’m just trading in some shorter faster runs that have been missing from my life.)
Thursday I ran a nice tempo run. Four miles, with two at tempo: 9:57, 9:18, 9:17, 9:47. It was harder than those paces “should” have been, but it’s a start.
Today, I rest. (Isn’t that how everyone starts a month long challenge?)
Saturday, I get to run 6 miles on rolling hills as leg 1 in a mini-relay. My goal? 6 miles that all start with 9. Here’s hoping I don’t puke.
(Don’t forget, today’s the last day to enter the Scrunchie Cap giveaway!)