Got up at 6 and ran 5 miles barefoot around the neighborhood in about 49 minutes. Really slow and easy, felt really good. I didn't feel like going fast at all today. I wasn't paying attention to how slow I was going actually until it was clearly shown me by a fatter older dude who passed right by me running with his dog. It was a great moment of internal laughter at myself, and contentment with my current slow pace. It reminded me how much I love running however I feel like running in the moment...rather than always feeling pushed by some internal expectation inside my head that constantly told me if I wasn't running fast it was pointless. It reminded me how glad I am to be rid of that mindset, because running has become really fun for me ever since I let go of my internal expectations to always go fast and started allowing myself to simply enjoy it and run however it feels best to me at the time. Afterward I did p90X shoulders/arms/abs for 1:15
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