Headed out for a 35-minute run and ran out of gas after the first mile again. It seems so nice when I’m running fast, but then I just poop out and spend the rest being a drippy miserable hot and tired mess. Maybe I should start enforcing a slower pace? My phone only tells me how fast I’m going every 5 minutes, and it’s hard to see.
But I guess this is my strategy now: run more, don’t worry about running better. Just get out there and do it, no matter how much of a mess it is.
The pool at my complex is finally open weekdays, but it’s closed on Mondays– and that’s the day I work at home. I guess I can shuffle my schedule around to get some swims in, either during the day or in the evening.