I did something yesterday that I haven’t done in a really long time.
I ran alone.
I know, I know. I’m a runner. Runners run alone. Not This Pink Girl. Nope, not me. About 2 years ago I started running with a local running store, twice weekly and then about a year ago I hooked up with my crew. We run thrice weekly. So there you have it. No need to ever run alone. And I LOVE IT! The accountability, the companionship, the encouragement. It’s great.
But now things have changed. Most of my crew is disabled (pregnant) and my Speed Class has ended. Oh, and I’m sorta training for this whole marathon thing. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to work this new schedule with my Day Job. You know, the one that pays the bills. I made a promise to myself to NEVER skip a workout day.
So last night the schedule called for 3 easy miles. 3 measly miles. So I laced up and headed out alone. And it wasn’t too bad. What’s a half hour on your own in your own neighborhood? Nothing but a thing. I had a much harder time judging my pace. It was supposed to be at an “easy” pace. I was shooting for an 11 min mile; I managed to average a 10:30 pace. Not exactly a tempo run! Maybe this new found alone time will do me good. I’ve still got my training class for 3 of my four running days. I can do the 4th solo.
Speaking of my class…I was supposed to head out this morning to meet my class at the high school to get in 5 easy miles. Except it was lightening and thundering when my alarm went off at 5. We don’t run in lightening. This being the first weekday class, I didn’t know who to call to see if it was still on. So I rolled over and went back to bed. FAIL! So now, once again, I’ve got to drag my lazy heiney out to my hood and bust out 5 miles tonight.
Put your feet on the floor girl!
Oh, and the photo? Me posing for my luchadore photo. I’ll post details (and more photos) on that later this week. Que Chica Rosa!