Well. Yesterday I spent the day trying to convince myself to run with no success. Today, I felt guilty and made myself go before I could make too many excuses. I made a delicious brunch and took a nap… And then when Felix got up I hit the trail.
I went an extra 12 minutes because I really wanted to hit 4 miles. Once I did, I just couldn’t stop until I got home. It was like one small goal after another. This was a for sure running high like I haven’t experienced much. I need to remember the feeling for when I’m dreading a run.
I was super happy with the splits too. I am trying to stay at an easy pace on long run days so I can exert myself more on interval or tempo days but when it’s good it’s so hard to reel myself back in. Maybe I’ll start saving for a Fitbit or garmin so I have an idea of my heart rate and adjust my speed accordingly. Maybe sometime this year.