It always amazes me how a run and your attitude about the run can differ from day to day. I ran last night after I got home. I had to drag myself out there to do it, and I didn't really have any great expectations for getting through it. As soon as I started, I knew I was going to do two laps around the park. (That's two miles.)
It had rained earlier so once again everything was very crisp and clean smelling. I breezed through the first time around. I am not referring to speed there. My first mile was 12:52. But it was enjoyable and my breathing felt really good.
About a quarter mile into the second lap, my body, specifically, my legs, started rebelling. I wanted to stop and walk but I wouldn't let myself. My final time was 26:05 so I slowed down a bit more on the second lap.
For now, I'm going to concentrate on distance and worry about speed later.
My main point here is that while I was hating running the night before, I very much enjoyed and embraced the experience last night. I guess you can't have a good workout without a bad one to compare it to.
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