You guys, this morning was rough.
I spent all night tossing and turning. My room was a sweaty 88 degrees (air conditioners have officially be removed for the fall). I just couldn’t get comfy. A lot on my mind. Lils kept sneezing in my face.
When my alarm finally went off at 6 am, I had probably been sleeping for about two hours.
BUT: I had scheduled my run for this morning. I had posted here that I was going to run. I had a pretty busy weekend ahead, and didn’t want to stress about fitting this run in later on.
So, I ran.
It was the perfect fall morning, although the temperatures must have really dropped in those wee hours of the night. I wish I had grabbed my coat before heading out.
My run started out tired, but good. I tried to find a steady pace and get into the groove.
And then, about 8 minutes into the workout, I really had to find a bathroom.
This has actually never ever happened to me. Usually I am really good at going before I leave and then holding it until I’m home. But this? This was an emergency situation.
I ran into a few bodegas and was rejected. At about minute 22 I finally saw a glimmering gas station in the distance.
On a typical day? Horrifying. This morning? The most gorgeous toilet I have ever experienced.
After I used the bathroom, my once tired and uncomfortable run because a lot easier.
Maybe the universe was trying to make a point?
Anyways, here are my stats:
Not too shabby.
Anyways, overall, I am glad I got out there this morning.
Can’t wait until Monday morning to start Week 2!
[Run 15 min, walk 1 min] x 3, sandwiched between a 5 min warm up/ cool down.
Think I’ll hit five miles? Ooooh I hope!
If I don’t hit 5 miles soon, I’m going to start having nightmares of dying in the Feaster Five.
2 weeks to go.