After my screechy little girl woke me up at 4:30 this morning, I managed to fall back asleep for a little while, and dreamed that I won a half marathon in 1:15:19. I love that in dreams running always feels effortless. (Except for the ones where my legs won't move. I hate those dreams.) So, when my alarm went off half an hour later, I was properly motivated to get out on my run.
The clouds looked ominous as I walked out the door, but thankfully, the rain held off this morning. I ran out to 1300W, to 7000 S, up to 2700W, back to 5400 S, and home. The mile long gradual hill from 7000S to 6200S was particularly brutal this morning. My legs are tired. Hopefully, they will feel a bit fresher for tomorrow's fartlek run! |