...and rush right over to Bex and Peter's and see what they've been up to. Congratulations to both on a FANTASTIC race! Go show them some comment love!
Meanwhile, today is the First Day of the Rest of My Life. Or week. The first day of the rest of my week. During which your heroine attempts to run not once, not twice, not even three times, but SIX ENTIRE DAYS in a row! Or not!
Today was Day One. I ran four miles in blissful 57F in my brand new Mizuno waveriders (I think they made a movie about these babies), with no blistering! Yay!
Besides the Mizunos, the shoe menu included: Bold's beloved Wright sox.
I've been through these combinations in the past few weeks:
1. Nike Pegasus
2. Nike Pegasus
Thorlos (thin and thick)
3. Nike Pegaus
It's enough to make a person batty, all these iterations. And none of them made the slightest difference.
Well today was my longest run in a long while and I would usually have developed a blister by mile 3. But I was feeling good, except for a very very tight right calf, which I attribute to not wearing inserts (isn't this fascinating? I know, it is, isn't it?)
I got to 1.5 and thought, oh, what the heck, run to the two mile mark. (I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER say stuff like that. EVER.)
And all my splits were under 11 minutes. Including the last mile faster than the third! Going uphill! Standing on my head! (Insert never ever ever, etc., here.)
It helped that I was listening to the Steve Prefontaine episode of Phedippidations. Steve Prefontaine (I know, the movie sucks) was an incredible talent. A talent cut short.
All I know is: Today, I didn't loathe running!
And that means that today was a Good Day.