Minutes before my alarm went off this morning, a storm front hit with high winds and pounding rain. I had planned a seven mile run this morning (four at threshold pace), but I just laid in bed and laughed when my wife reminded me it was time to head out. After fifteen minutes I got dressed and hopped on the dreadmill. It's been a while since I've run inside so every mile seemed to go by very slowly. I gradually increased the pace until I was running 7:30 by the end (which didn't cause much cardiovascular distress). The time seemed to go by faster as I was watching an interesting show on the History Channel about the D-Day invasion. |