July 13, 2012 by Amy B
I did not want to go out this morning. I had enjoyed a few large pints of beer the night before with a friend who was visiting from out of town and figured I’d feel like ass this morning. Somehow, I woke up feeling relatively decent so I decided to do my usual 2 miles, just to sweat out any remaining funk.
Running is funny sometimes. This is the best time I’ve had on my little 2 miler (yesterday was a 21:47 overall; I forgot to log it here). I was running a little behind so maybe I pushed it a little more than I had before. Maybe I didn’t stop to pick up any loose change on the sidewalk.
Even though the mileage isn’t where it needs to be, I am pretty happy I got out three days in a row. It’s getting a little easier, though my body still feels jerky and awkward. I feel like I must look like Phoebe running through Central Park.