The weather smiled on me today
Or so I thought, looking at that deceptively mellow sun icon on my phone next to a neat number 72. Until I reached the track along the river and was whipped around by the wind, my fragile, climate-controlled-gym sensibilities threatened. My throat was dry, breathing shortened and mind overwraught with counting the laps as my iPhone running app’s GPS fizzled my stats. Basically: TORTURE.
Not completely. I’ve realized Mondays are just hard. Which makes their usual 3 mile appointed distances that continue this week necessary. Long but preferred.
And I noticed, from what I could tell, that my pacing has improved since the last time I was on the track. My book warns against tracking times, as it focuses on merely completing a marathon with no potentially discouraging or injury-provoking stats allowed. But I noticed, okay.
I also noticed, when flipping open the next chapter of that book this morning, that I’m jumping to 10 miles this week! Wowzers!!
