Saturday, October 13, 2012
I love running Friday night/Saturday morning. No matter where my dogs decide to take a poo I'm only steps away from a garbage can.
Big dog has a habit of having to go when he needs a break. I tell him how much he's messing up my run and passers by think I'm nuts. Normally I curse some more because I have to run with a poop bag for 5-10 minutes and that's pretty disgusting.
But last night I only had to run a few steps.
I admit I was worried about my run. It was W5 D3 and I just didn't think I was going to make it, it seemed like too big a jump. And.....I had a few beers beforehand which were such a bad idea but so delicious. Well, I thought they were a bad idea but maybe they were exactly what I needed.
Not only did I feel great and get through the cycles easily but when I got home and checked my pace (it's too hard to see what my pace is during the run, when I finish the program I've promised myself a Garmin) I saw that I had run faster than I usually do!
The beer probably wasn't what caused it, more than likely it was because I normally run tired in the morning and this time I was full of energy at night.
Either way, I'll take it!