When I joined the FRB in 2009 my main life goals were to finish my PhD and run a marathon. Instead I got married, had three kids, jacked up my pelvic floor (thank babies), and *then* finished my degree.
A couple of weeks ago I also ran a marathon. It was horrible. Running-wise I was fine, but all of the forces conspired to make me super sick (Olive Garden+ibs+shark week+anxiety over pelvic-organ prolapse=a difference in moving vs. elapsed time of over 30 minutes). Since then I've felt really discouraged and haven't wanted to run.
I know running is the fastest way to feel like running, though, so today I finally made myself get out (to the garage because I'm a wuss about the rain). I did 3 sets of 0.25 at 6:40 and 0.1 at about 12:00 x 4 with 5+ minute breaks between sets, for a total of 3.85 (so 3 miles fast and 0.85 slow). It didn't feel *too* hard, but I definitely regretted the donut, cookie, and leftover birthday cake I had eaten earlier in the day. I love how running seems to change what I feel like eating.
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