The first mile is always the hardest. I seriously felt like I was running the last 5K of a marathon as I set out this morning. Tired heavy legs. I didn't think I'd been doing all that much this week, and maybe I haven't, but my legs feel blech! Not nice and fresh and recovered. I kept thinking "It shouldn't be this hard to run this slow!" Didn't exude a lot of confidence about Saturday. I ran into Sandra just after mile 1, she'd gotten in late from vacation last night and wanted to sleep in so she didn't text me to meet up. At 6:30 she couldn't sleep due to allergies and got up to run on her own. We should've coordinated better, because we both only did 3 miles. AP: 9:07; splits: 8:49, 9:30, 9:07, 8:07 (had to get a fast finish, I was actually in mid/low 7's the last .35 of the run - gotta love the downhill)
Ever since my daughter started running the mile at school for presidential fitness (her fastest time was 8:30 - and always the first girl!) she has asked to run with me. Well, today was the morning. I came home and got her to run just one mile, my son also wanted to come so we all got out to the mailbox for an out and back mile. My 6yr old son made it a 1/4 mile before stopping and my daughter only stopped to walk at the turn around for a couple house lengths. They've both got congestion and cough going on (just like Kelli - I had it 10ish days ago), but I certainly was proud of the effort they made! Lauren (10) finished in 10:22 and David was a few minutes behind us, but had a fast finish as I challenged him to race me the last .10 home, as dad and baby were on the porch cheering us in. I'm sure the neighbors loved us! All in all I ran 1.25 with them. I've never had anyone in my family even want to run with me, so this was a fun thing. Surprisingly, my legs felt the best the last 1.25 :) Now I'm off to yoga and am going to sit on my patutie and be lazy until Saturday at about 6AM.
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