Strange thing happened to me this morning. I got dressed and ready to go running, then stood behind my door and stared outside for nearly 30 minutes, debating on whether I should run or not. I didn't really want to run, but rather felt compelled, like I was being forced to do it. Usually when I'm forced into something, I resist, so there I stood for what seemed like ages, not sure what was going on. Not sure if it was the cold, the scheduled work-out, or just running in general, but I wasn't having any of it today. Until my wife opened the door..... pushed me out..... and locked the door. I guess that was her way of being supportive and knowing that deep down, I really did want to run.
I bagged the speed workout and ran hills instead. It seemed like much more fun and about the same benefit. I ran up, down, around, and through "the cove." Many, many hills, but I loved it. It's just what I needed. I measured some of the routes I ran and the average increase was 160 ft in 1/2 mile. Not too bad, or so I think...
Pace is irrelevant on such a course, but I'll put it anyway: 6:52 min/mile
Speedstar-I really need to trash these shoes, but I love 'em and can't seem to stop wearing them. | 