Total time: 25 minutes
Total distance: 2.09 miles
Yesterday was one of those days that most people would generally agree to be a perfect summer day. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, it was warm but it wasn't unbearably hot. It's the kind of day that you should spend outside, if you value being outside in even the slightest manner.
Mostly, the sunshine meant that I could finally, finally wear my new running shoes. I had gone and gotten fitted for some Real Running Shoes a couple weeks ago, but it's been so rainy and gross outside that I didn't want to ruin them on the first run out of the gate. So I've been biding my time for a nice day, and it was finally upon me.
I went all out: I used the last freebie packet of Vega Sport pre-workout energizer (note: the acai berry is way more delicious than the lemon-lime, in my ever-so-humble opinion), I collected all of my various accessories, I laced up my new shoes, and I put on the most neon of neon pink polyester performance tees my retinas have ever had the pleasure of being burned by. (It was so bright it was literally reflecting off my face. You can kind of see it in the photo but it doesn't do it justice.)
I even talked the BF into coming with me. We ran the first ten minutes or so together and split off onto our various preferred paths, which was okay with me, because I'm used to running solo and he can go faster on his own.
With the new shoes, my feet felt like magic. It didn't hurt that my old shoes were, well, just that: old. Old and ratty and terrible.
I had originally set my sights on running the 40-ish minutes that would get me a 5K (or even shoot for a new PR of 50 minutes?!) but had decided I'd be content with a 30 minute run. What I didn't expect was for my pace to change; I had gone from around a 12.2 to 12.4 minute mile (depending on the day) to an even 12 minute mile. That might not sound like a huge difference, but it felt like one. It felt like I was going too fast and that I was going to burn myself out. I kept trying to slow myself down, but finally I gave up and just told myself to get to 25 minutes so I could at least lock in a 2 mile run. So that is what I did.
It wasn't one of my longest runs but I felt kind of like a rockstar when I was done. I'm still going to try to work on distance/time, but it was kind of fun to see a new, improved pace and to feel like I was running a little faster.