I had a long and terrible day at work yesterday. I also only had 30 minutes to spare for exercise - so that meant no speed workout for me. So I quickly laced up my running shoes and hit the trail for a 5K run.
Gorgeous September early evening. Sun low in the indigo sky. After a half-mile warm-up, I picked up the pace. Said hello to runners I passed. Most did not greet me back.
Whatever. I'm now used to how unfriendly people here are compared to the South and California. And it was so nice outside that the stress I felt from my job temporarily dissolved.
After the run, I looked at my watch. 23 minutes. My spirits lifted even more. That was about 30 seconds faster than my 5K PR. A 7:21/mile avg pace. The run didn't even feel that fast. Just a little brisk.
Then I realized that I read my watch incorrectly: I ran the 5K in a more pedestrian 27 minutes. Ah. Make that an 8:41/mile average pace. Though factoring out the half-mile warm up, I probably ran about 8:20/mile for the remaining 2.6 miles.
Not that it really matters. I'm just glad I got time to run at all. I've been eating way too much chocolate. And fries. And a cheeseburger or two. Oh, and pizza .....
The next time I hit the trail will be this Sunday for this. Wish me luck. The butterflies are already flitting around in my stomach.