I am determined to get back into running this year and the Janathon is just the motivation I need to kick my ass things into gear. But it’s more than simply a determination to get back into running. I refuse to be fat at 40.
I’m a committed to being fit at 40.
And so, January 1 after a long lie in, a blueberry muffin and a mimosa to start things off right, I still procrastinated. After a late night of heavy drinking and my last splurge of fatty food, I took full advantage of a lazy day and my lazy hungover ass didn’t run until after dinner, which is something I rarely do.
But I must admit, it really wasn’t all that bad. Don’t get me wrong. It was a tough run for me after weeks off from running and recovering from a pretty nasty head cold. But I did it and that’s all that matters. And for my effort, my neighbors celebrated my commitment to running with fireworks (at least that’s what I like to tell myself).
Ave Pace 12:48
Max Pace 8:54
Because I prefer to run in the morning, I decided to spring out of bed Sunday morning to get my run over as soon as possible and not stall like I did the day before. Ok, it wasn’t quite so much a spring but more like a slow slide out of bed at 8:30 a.m., which is late for me. During my prime training days, I preferred running at 5:00 a.m. But again, the time of day doesn’t matter, but the time I commit does.
Since my legs were sore from Day 1, Day 2 run felt like a harder runner. Funny how I always think these things but then the results always prove me wrong.
Ave Pace 12:36
Max Pace 9:08