8:46/8:40/8:49/8:55/9:01/8:33/9:29/9:21/10:21
I gave mile 6 my best effort, but I was dreaming of the inhaler left sitting on my bedside. I could not get a deep breath, I started out pretty clear. But just under an hour of breathing cold air took it's toll. It was a good effort. Although I could feel the roll of fat created last night from Michelle's birthday cake bulging over the top of my running tights....a week of flabby miles combined with being sick actually caused me to gain 4 pounds--compounded by 10,000 calories of the best birthday cake ever known to womankind (blame Marion). |