It was only 2.85 miles...but it was awesome!
As part of injury recovery training and issues with my breathing, I've lost over two minutes per mile in my pace. This has helped me start to build up my distance and endurance, but it's been tough to get excited about the string of barely-sub-11-minute miles lately.
Walking out the door to drive to the park for my run, my husband tells me he needs to leave in about 30 minutes for the Rams game. (He's not a Rams fan, but is a football fan, and tonight is the first home pre-season game.) "I'll do my best," I reply, thinking "do you know how slow I've been running?".
But as I had already talked myself in and out of this run several time this afternoon (having a Moose Drool Brown at lunch and a wicked hole in the bottom of my left foot from stepping on my son's toy seemed like good excuses to bail) I opted to grab a coconut icy pop (not the healthy kind) for the drive and sugar, and headed out.