I'd been itching to do some running for a long time, but it took an extremely poor reason to get me to actually do it: a pretty young girl I know just ran a PR in a race with a time I hadn't done in a very long time and then I looked up the WAVA age-graded comparisons and we should be equals. Male ego trumps sloth every time!
Thursday, I managed three miles, with chest tightness and some coughing after.
Friday, I did a little over two miles, continuously speeding up until I fell apart (at only about 7 min./mile).
Saturday, I wasn't feeling any of the usual problems, so I threw in some hard quarters in a 6 miler, managing only two at about 5:10-5:20 pace. There was just a bit of complaint in my heels, so I bailed early.
Sunday(today), I planned to run 6 very easy miles - as the previous run surprisingly wiped me - and then try to add on one-half to three harder miles. I was plodding and abandoned the plan; I could press myself beyond 7 slow miles, but not as far as 8.
I'm in about the worst shape I've ever been in.
BUT I RAN!
My Dog Didn't Bite You, That's Just Slobber"
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