my run

I found out some very exciting news at work today that gave me the urge to go running. I won't divulge what that is just yet. I'm working on building suspense via the blog. I'm waiting for everything to come through and be official.

so when I got home, I did just that. went running. I've still got this cold kickin' around, but I'm overall feeling much better. almost one hundred percent. perhaps ninety-two percent healthy? plus or minus five? (I've got to account for this headache that snuck up on me this afternoon)

I did the usual three miles. you know, liberty park and all that. I ran the outside perimeter dirt path. there was a couple running a ways ahead of me that I was making significant gains on. eventually the chick ditched the guy to go run on the inside sidewalk. in my heart of hearts I wanted to pass them so badly. it was my inner kenyan coming out. and when it was just the guy, I wanted to pass him even more. but since this was my first time back out there in a while, I didn't want to push it too fast. I figured if I could just find a fast enough speed that was sustainable, I'd make my attack. I didn't. I mean, I closed the gap somewhat, but he was always just a little out of reach. I'd like to think that if I was in shape and it wasn't hot {okay, I'm going to be a little running princess for a moment. it was freaking seventy degrees outside and I'm still complaining about it being too hot. it wasn't too hot, unless you were in direct sunlight. the shade was just perfect.} that I would've been able to kick this guys trash. I really think I could have.

basically during the whole run I felt the yogurt/granola I had eaten at work. it wasn't the greatest feeling in the world. maybe I should've waited a little longer. I felt a little sluggish too. on the way home, running up 13th south to 8th east I felt pretty tired. but the rest of the way wasn't too bad.

I didn't really stretch very well when I got home. I did some and then just laid there on the floor. then I hopped in the shower so I could get dinner ready before pete got home from work.

speaking of, I wish he'd get home from his run soon so we could eat!

3 miles; liberty + 8th east