it’s Friday, not Thursday, and even though I was supposed to do a 60 min form run, I only ran for 25 minutes:
Ivan and I are running in a 5k tomorrrow, and even though it’s not a big deal, I didn’t want to overdo it and then also have my long run on Sunday, so:
Went early this morning around my house. It rained last night so it was super muggy and I was sweaty. Had a nice little run around my neighborhood, focusing on form as much as possible, trying to enjoy myself and not be too critical. (looking at this map makes me laugh out loud, sort of ridiculous!)
I felt a little bit like I used to when I was in college and forced myself to run: sort of like I was trying to run up a vertical wall. I don’t know how to explain it, but moments of today’s run, I just didn’t want to be running… but, unlike my college runs, I didn’t stop and walk, I just kept going. Kept focusing and telling myself that a coffee and shower were soon approaching and that I would feel better about my day having finished this run… I was right.
Nothing major to report… sorry.