I was totally nervous about tonights run. 6/1 x 8 plus 5 walking on each end makes 66 minutes. Yikes! Last time I attempted 6's was on the dreadmill, and I then decided I was not meant to run. It was pure unadultered hell.
Tonight? Not so hellish! It was a balmy 7 degrees out, with no rain. I started out slow to pace myself, and after the first two sets was all warmed up nicely. I toured new neighbourhoods, and took some lovely little sidestreets that I've never explored before. It was nice! By the sixth set I was pooping out, but knew I was so close to success. The seventh set was the hardest, cuz I was TIRED. The eight was brutal, but it was the last one! I really worked hard (it's uphill) to keep my pace steady, not clench my fists, pump my arms front to back instead of crossing over my chest, hold my head up high, keep my spine straight... and I did it! I finished strong!
And this time I remembered to bring my pedometer. Got to my back gate and looked at it 7.109 km. Yep!!
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