I did a real run on Sunday. 1 mile warm-up, then 4 x 1 mile at 90-100% sustained output, then 1 mile warm down. This was some quality work. I was sub 7:00 miles on each. My best was maybe a 6:35mile. Foster was still a little slushy in spots, which slowed me down. And some guy walking a big pit bull looking dog on a long leash made me swing wide a few times to avoid loss of limb.
The weather is starting to make it's turn. I'm sure we'll have a few cold, snowy, horrible days yet this winter, but they will fade away to the coming Spring. I look forward to the sight of my first crocus.
This morning my alarm went off at 4:45am. I said 'rabbits' as I always do on the first of the month, following my mothers life-long proclamation that this will bring good luck... and then snoozed until 5:25am. After a few groggy thoughts of internal debate (I'd ran so hard the day before...) I decided not to work out. I committed to the idea and turned off the alarm, drifting back down into another hour, a full hour of sleep. It was at that exact final decision that my wife whispered "Are you working out this morning?".
That's all it took. I said "Yes", curtly, under my breath, half-cursing. Then I rose reluctantly and proceeded to the machine in the basement that allows me to pedal endlessly with no forward progress.
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