Tonight’s run had every potential to suck.
It was 8:30 by the time I could get to the gym.
I didn’t want to. Like, not even a little bit. I’d missed a group run that Erica had organized tonight because I was still at work, and by the time I left work, it was already dark, and I didn’t really want to run outside in the dark.
But I have two big races coming up, and I want to feel strong and ready for them.
So, off to the gym it was.
I only had a long-sleeved shirt with me, and I thought I might melt into a sweaty mess, but I got on that damn moving belt of death.
5 miles, 47:25.
Mile 1: 6.0mph
Mile 2: 6.4
Mile 3: 6.5
Mile 4: started getting bored and just kept pushing the speed up
Mile 5: back to 6.0
I collapsed onto the mat in a sweaty mess to stretch.
Sorry, treadmill, I won this one.