Despite shirking my vow of exercise for three days straight (and debauching myself on homemade Hurricanes in the company of good friends last night) and acting rather like a vampire (hiding from the beautiful sunshine, lazing about in my pajamas for the majority of the yesterday and today) I somehow managed to pull myself together and log 5 miles at a 8:45 average pace.
Huh?
Luckily for my liver, I rather think this run's success was a fluke and I don't think I'll be rationalizing a pattern of future behavior (Saturday night drunkenness = Sunday afternoon kickass run).
The sun, my successful morning and early afternoon re-hydration, and blissfully pain-free shins contributed greatly to just stretch out my legs and really run.
Maybe someday I'll look back and laugh at my 8:45 pace, but I know that for me, in this moment, I ran fast.
And it felt really good.
Run, Erin, Run! I'm about to see how working full time and keeping up with my gym habits is going to treat me. We'll see. I hope you two have a wonderful day tomorrow! :)
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