Once again, I’m behind logging my runs. I’m putting this down to the fact that I’m doing such a good job fitting them into busy days that I don’t have time to write about them…
On Saturday my husband suggested– suggested!— we go out for a run, a little bit shorter this time (he was pretty hobble-y after the first 3 miler). So we ran 1.5 miles, I let him set the pace and I think he may have learned what going out too hard feels like– the first run was like 13’00” and this one was 11’30” and he was pretty pooped. And then we went to the mall with friends and walked all over the place and he was all tired out with sore feet.
Today I crammed a run into my afternoon since the weather turned nice (solo, this time)– got out for a 5k around the neighborhood before the sun set. I surprised myself; I didn’t feel like I was going very fast but I was only off my PR 5k pace by a few seconds/mile and wrapped it up in 33:34. I guess I’m continuing to get faster, despite running a lot less these days. That’s cool.
Running While Fat 