This morning, or last night rather, I set my alarm for much earlier than I needed to get up in order to have plenty of time to go for a run and get ready for class/eat breakfast/do a little studying. I enjoy my morning time so waking up a little earlier than usual to get that me time was fine.
I actually woke up before my alarm and dragged myself out of bed. After a glass of water to flush out my morning breath (aren’t you glad I shared ;)) and a couple of dried apricots as fuel, I headed out into the cool crisp morning.
I wasn’t dreading or particularly craving to run either but decided I should push myself since I’ve been using the Nike Fitness App and can really get a feel for my runs. About a quarter in, I was feeling a little drained but decided to keep going and keep pushing. When I reached my turning around point, I felt good but also a little winded.
My run back was tough though and there were a couple of places I walked a little to catch my breath and regain my composure. I was NOT looking forward to checking my time or final pace when I got back to my house. The last half mile I just ran it out at what I thought was a decent pace, not too fast but not easy either.
At the completion of my run, I was shocked. I did 9 min/mile which is about average for me but I knew that I was running at a much faster pace the first half of my run than my second especially with my walking breaks so no wonder I felt dead. Because I was expecting much worse, I felt a little victory for the day.
It reinforces that the toughest things can sometimes result in personal accomplishments.
Have a fantastic day!
Foodnook 