Lackadaisical Holiday- Last weekend I took a fat, lazy break. I pigged out all weekend, laid around watching movies...I think I only emerged from my hermit's nest once on Saturday and then for church on Sunday. And although I worked on Monday, I think a bit of the Holiday fever still spilled over to that day. No running for me.
And then last night, there was that nasty feeling where I just dreaded getting my rapidly growing backside into almost-too-small running shorts to give it a go at the gym again. Who wants to run 5 miles when you know you'll be carrying at least an additional 5-7 lbs from the weekend binge?
But when I arrived, somehow, there was a random burst of energy. And I ran EIGHT miles easily. Well, it was an average snail's pace of 8'46" per mi. But I do want to add that the only reason I stopped running was because the endorphin high was wearing off a bit and I started to get bored from about mile 7 on.
I know for you serious runners out there, this is a paltry feat, but it was huge for me! The last time I ran 8 miles was actually with Abercrombie Model my junior year of college...gosh that was 7 years ago. And I'd gotten blisters then from a combination of bad socks and old tennies. But not last night. I felt like a warrior!
Speaking of serious runners, when I bought my new shoes at the Trak Shak a couple of weeks ago, I met a preggers runner (well she was only 6.5 wks along) who's still running at 70 miles a week at a ridiculously fast pace of 7 min/mi!!!