I posted the other day that I finally broke a 10 minute mile #1 with the baby and jogger on a hilly mile. It felt like a miracle. I failed to tell you that the next 3 miles stunk - big time... but hey, I was just trying to break a 10 min first mile and I did! Success.
I worked 2 out of my 3 PT jobs yesterday with the hours of 8am to 3:30 pm. I was too pooped to run when I got home and thought it was too chilly to run with the baby and the jogger (which sounds silly as I was running with snow on the ground in February and it was much chillier) that morning. After a dinner of Shad roe (more on that another time), brocolli, and brown rice - oh and a handfull of Skittles, I decided to go run.
I secretly got dressed so the kids did not want to come and headed out. I realized at the 1/2 mile mark, as I was checking my pace, that I forgot to start Lola - note to self: always make sure you press start on Lola before trying to see just how fast you can go. After pouting for a second, I pressed start and kept running. When Lola beeped at mile 1, my time was 9:14. Wow, I thought and started doing the math in my head 3X9=27... okay, I may be able to do this under 30 minutes.
Mile #2 was a little more hilly and when Lola beeped again, it read 9:12. Not bad... not bad at all. I was getting hot, so I decided to run back by my house and drop off my outer layer. I did that without tripping or stopping... although my coat did not make it on the mailbox... actually right in the wet grass below it. Oh, well.... that is why they make washing machines.
At least I get to woo her with doggy treats and bones during the day! She will come back to me... one day!
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