I dropped off my kids at my SIL's house. She has been working 12 hour days for quite a while, so I felt bad (especially since I had asked my BIL if he would be there, and he wasn't there when I dropped them off, although he was when I got back). So I told her 40 minutes. I ran my usual route, except the mile markers were off by about a 1/2 mile. So I stopped paying attention to speed and just ran. While running, I was all paranoid, since I have been reading about serial killers for the past two days. So everyone I passed on the street was a potential monster. I started projecting my "don't mess with me" by bellowing hello to everyone so they could see I wasn't winded. I know I frightened people with my massive guns. And then when I ran past my house I realized I had left my garage door open in my haste to get to the preschool meeting for Caleb, which actually turned out to be an open house, so my hurry was needless. So again I was paranoid and walked in the house and shouted really loud to make sure no one was there. My husband has been out of town at a conference for a few days, so I made sure to check the house well when I came home with the kids. Then I continued on. I pushed the pace for the last 10 minutes because I wanted to make sure that I ran as much as I could in the 40 minutes that I allotted myself. At 4 miles I was at just under 9 min pace, so I pushed my hardest for another 4 minutes. So of course I am estimating the 1/2 mile, since I still don't have a garmin, and I don't plan on gettting one right now, given the circumstances of my life (even though I drool over ads and amazon). It was a good run.
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