Total distance: 1.79 miles
We’ve had an incredible heat wave lately. It’s been in the 90s, it’s been humid, and even when the humidity was down, it was still just hot. I still managed to get outside and run, and was just starting to acclimate to the hellish weather when something miraculous happened: it rained. And the heat never came back.
It’s barely been over 80 degrees, intermittently cloudy, absolutely perfect outside.
And I’ve been a huge bum.
Each day that went by without a run was a day that I kicked myself and got even more annoyed with myself. But I was busy, or had obligations, or, on some days, I was simply too tired and/or lazy to do anything.
Finally, though, I pulled myself out the front door. I could tell I’d taken some time off. I followed my newly-established “long route” that would get me close to two miles, and somehow or another I managed to run for 25 minutes, but it was the slowest 25 minutes I think I’ve ever run. Distance-wise, I didn’t make it 2 miles, but at that point, I didn’t even care. I was just proud of myself for sticking with it for that long, even though it kind of sucked.