This is where I chronicle the events of a life redirected back toward the way I was made. I've let myself go. Those days are soon to be at an end.
Each day is a different experience...both in my runs, and in life. Both will appear here from time to time.
Without further ado:
The run: 1.5 mi.
It snowed today. So, with my being averse to cold, the treadmill was my only option. (And will remain that way until about April.) I had nearly croaked two weeks before, after doing 1 mi. on the treadmill at a slow pace. I thought that maybe today I could push the distance out to 1.5 mi. I nearly croaked again, but I finished it.
The pain was intense, but it didn't last long, and soon gave way to "runner's high." (The endorphins that often follow a good workout, causing you to be awake and alert.) Feels like old times!
A link to my River Run training schedule:
It's not until May, so I intend to simply repeat the weeks of this schedule up to 3 times each to make up the time. I figure I'll need it to be ready.
