After yesterday, I was hesitant to get up too early for my pace run. It was Friday, when I needed to run more than anything, but my throat hurt and my head ached. I ran in spite of it. I had arrived home from work I bounded up the stairs. I quickly put on my running clothes and, without thinking, I set out for my run. But my whole body protested. It felt sluggish, like I had gained 100 pounds since my last run. My legs ached. Slowly, I trudged up the road along side the cars coming home from a week of work. By the time I’d finished my short, 3 mile run I was ready for the Friday night activities but wondered if I had made a wrong move in trying to run.
Today, I let the activities of the day start. I skipped my latte and headed off to get YaYa to his 10 AM baseball practice. The day was gorgeous. I asked YaYa’s coach, if he’d mind if I took off for a while. What could he say, I was all decked out in my running attire; it didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that I was ready to go right then and there.
So, I kicked off my sandals and pulled on my new shoes. In just minutes I was heading off through the neighborhood. I headed in the direction of a nearby park which has a nice running path. I knew that I would probably be turning back right about the time I hit the park. I was right; the only reason I entered the park was to use the bathrooms.
It was another sunny day. I ran with my iPod playing my BQ playlist. I kept an eye on the cars as I ran, facing traffic, along in the bike lane. Although my pace was so sluggish yesterday, today that was not the case. My feet seemed to spring off the ground as I ran, and my ponytail had that swing. It was an indication that I was in the groove. My overall pace was 8:13/mile.