My bed's tractor beam had a hold on me this morning. I tried getting out, but it wouldn't release me. I finally found my jedi force and used it to get out of bed, I got dressed (except for my shoes) and bent over to kiss my husband good-bye, and the stupid bed pulled me in again. I cried out, "no, no! Let me go...I have to run." But my cries were muffled by the pillow my face was laying on.
It took a lot of effort just to get back out of bed. There isn't a spot on my blog for "effort exerted to get out of bed & out the door." I may need to add one. Got my water bottle out of the kitchen, and was doing my leg/hip warm ups (in the dark) when squish, I stepped in a pile of cat hairball/vomit. That finally did the trick and woke me up. Changing my socks and cleaning up the mess set me back a few more minutes, so by the time I did get out the door, I only had enough time for 6 miles.
I did a tempo run today so I could get some benefits from a shorter run. My warm up first mile was 9:40, then I stayed around 8:30 pace for the next 4 miles, and finished with an 8:01. My watch said my avg pace was 8:38. I felt like my effort was good, so I was pleased with the way I felt after the run.
Ate b-fast with mini-me. I have a new favorite b-fast. It's my usual oatmeal, but when I cook it, I dump in a bunch of cocoa-powder (the kind for baking w/o the sugar). Then when it's done cooking, I add fresh strawberries and some strawberry yogurt. It's chocolate and strawberries for breakfast. AMAZING!! | 