This morning I woke up, looked at the clock, and to my horror it read 5:03. Major FML moment right there. In case you are new to the blog, 8 is early for me, so 5 was unbearable. I tried and tried to go back to sleep but just couldn’t. I contemplated going for my morning run early to beat the sun, but had no motivation to do so. So, I just laid in bed a read. Boring, I know.
Then after two hours of laying around, I decided I needed to actually get up and not be a complete lazy butt and get my run in. I headed to my usual spot not feeling too good about it. For some reason my stomach was turning. My money’s on the fact that I didn’t eat as good as I could have yesterday, but it still didn’t stop my tummy from hurting.
I did my normal .75 mile warm up walk in 11 minutes, so I improved today, then told myself I’d do 3 minutes running and 1 minute walking since I was having GI issues. I ran, and I ran, and I ran. Keep in mind I was still moving like the turtle I am and the bikers passing me would probably tell me it was a job, but I was running. I felt sooooo good and once I looked down and saw that I had gone more than 2.5 miles, I knew I couldn’t stop.
I have not ran 3 miles consecutively since my April half marathon. Although I do walk/run everyday, it is more of walking and not running. I’m slowly working my way up to where I can actually run an entire marathon and not worry about my time. After running the entire way back to my car, I looked at my watch to see that I had ran 4 miles even without stopping. Go. Freaking. Me. Yeah!