Today was one of those days where it's a struggle to get out the door and run. Early morning would have been the time to go but I woke up depleted from last night's run (down 2-3 pounds, so probably dehydrated). After a long Saturday of chores in the heat I finally worked up the desire to run, but wouldn't have been surprised if it turned into a 3 mile recovery run.
I felt like crap for the first mile, but after a brief moment of mind wandering I was surprised to realize I had picked up the pace and was feeling fine. I ended up doing 7 miles at my easy pace and feeling pretty darn good about it.
Before last summer (when I became a "runner") I never would have gone out feeling the way I did today. One of my biggest lessons has been that runners go running, every day unless there's a very good reason not to. It's a good feeling to have that kind of persistence pay off.
Total Miles: 7mi
Weekly So Far: 47mi