I’ve heard when you really, really don’t want to run, that’s when you know you really should run.
Got home pretty late from work, but I got on the treadmill anyway (at 8:15) and was glad I did.
2.9 miles in 30 minutes (all I was willing to put on the timer):
– 1 mile – 11:40 pace
– 1.5 miles – 9:31 pace
– .4 miles – 10:00 pace
That probably doesn’t add up correctly, but I wasn’t a math major, and those were the approximate numbers I gathered from the digital screen while (a) mopping my sweaty forehead with a sheet of Bounty, and (b) studiously ignoring Paramore on the radio because I hate Paramore, yet was concentrating on the run too much to change the station.
I really hate Paramore.
The 9:31 pace felt good. I don’t think I’ve even run that far at that pace.
Celebrated with a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup left over from Halloween. So good!
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