I went running last night. I thought I was doing 5 miles, but I just mapped it and I only did 4.8 (4.7896, to be exact). Turns out I was running 9:33 pace. Huh. I stopped a few times without turning my watch off, but I don't think that had much impact. The fact is that my legs were STILL sore from Saturday. I was so glad no one was around when I left from RunTex to start my run. I was shuffling, and I didn't pick up much steam until I'd crossed the 1st Street bridge, and even then it took a while to speed up ("speed" may be too generous a word for it). Ultimately I went faster than Sunday, if my breathing was any indication, but not a whole lot faster. I'm a fan of this slow running thing, though, it makes for a very pleasant run and it makes me not dread heading out the door.
Anyway, the only thing notable that happened during the run was that a bird shit on me. Specifically, my nose. I guess you could say I got shitfaced.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
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So when this happened to me last year, everyone said it's good luck. It's a strange sensation, though, especially because it's warm.
Welcome back Krissy! :)
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