July 23, 2012 by Amy B
Scott’s daughter got married this weekend, but I was able to keep up with my running goals. They’re nowhere near what they should be at this point. I said I’d run five 5ks this week. I kept my promise.
And today. Well, it was a little tough getting up (I’m feeling completely waxed after the festivities), so I negotiated with myself this morning and agreed to put in at least two miles at a faster pace than normal.
Not thrilled I wimped out, but I’m happy my pace is starting to get faster. I don’t think I really pushed it to the max today, but I tried not to slack.
One thing I will say is that running seems to be coming a little easier. I’m not going to say it’s great, but I’m having occasional moments of running comfort, i.e., I don’t feel like I’m going to die. I think my usual 5K route is getting boring, even though I do mostly love it. I find that I want to stop halfway through, but more out of boredom than exhaustion or pain. I think I need to change it up a bit.