And just like that, we’re through Monday.
And my first long run of the training program.
If you call 4 miles long.
Which I do, at this particular point.
The good news is, despite landing the worst treadmill at the Y (the one in which I am forced to stare into a mirror at my sweaty, jiggly face for 40 minutes while the guys on either side of me are running 7 minute miles like it’s a slow jog), I finished in a semi-respectable time and without heaving up a lung.
It was a close call for awhile there, but I pushed through.
I’ve also decided that I’m over dri-fit shirts, and have decided to run exclusively in v-neck t-shirts for the time being, which are decidedly more comfortable than form fitting race shirts.
However, t-shirts aren’t doing much for my no-really-I-don’t-sweat-that-much image.
It’s a good thing I have such a high threshold for shame.
In other news, I’m spending this week reading Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? (and Other Concerns) by Mindy Kaling.
Sometimes you just need a break from Teddy Roosevelt and his historical acquaintances.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of, really.
And now I’m off to hit this Tuesday with a session of cross training behind me and the whole day in front of me.
Enjoy your day, chickens!