Yesterday, a very generous friend offered to take both boys (she has one boy Jones’ age) so that I could go for a run. I took her up on it and headed out for a run around 2:30 pm in 86 degree weather. I had my handheld filled with berry nuun and didn’t push myself and it still sucked. Even going at a 10 minute pace was hell. After I got home, it took me forever to stop sweating.
I figured today’s run had to be better. I was wrong. Within the first few minutes, I had to adjust my speed goals. At the end of the first mile (9:56), I knew a tempo of any sort was out of the question, so decided to try for a progressive run. While I did manage that (9:50, 9:48, 9:35, 9:27), it was quite possibly the worst run ever. I had to remind myself that if I could run the last mile of the marathon, I could manage to run the last mile of a 5.5 mile run. Yeah, it was that bad. I think my half mile cool down may have been closer to an 11 minute pace. And, honestly, if I didn’t have the 20 mile per week goal, I totally would have stopped after mile 3. Oh well, at least it’s done.
Now I can focus on enjoying the rest of my day. :o) Possible alcohol influenced post to occur later ’cause Jess is still recovering from having Norah.
And a little back talk at Glaven… Beer is my first choice of alcohol, but my tastes tend toward darker, heavier beers. I will NOT EVER drink a budmilloor beer (no offense to those who like that kind). I’d rather drink water. Anyways, in the summer, it’s difficult to find any darker beers on tap at most restaurants, so I often opt for a Merlot or Shiraz instead. You live with Teh Bride, so you should understand the love of a good dark beer. Now, get off my case. ;o) Oh, and feel free to feel jealous as I type on my Mac notebook, in my living room, using WiFi with DSL, while drinking a Dominion Baltic Porter.