I said I would do four miles on Saturday and I did it. It wasn’t the greatest run of all time, but it was good. I felt strong. I felt capable. I kind of wanted to do more. I know, I have lost my mind.
Mile 1: alternated running 1 min and walking 1.5 min to warm up
Mile 2: alternated running 1.5 min and walking 1.5 min
Mile 3: alternated running 2 min and walking 1.5 min
Mile 4: got in a zone (LOVED IT) and ran for like 4 min (I think), walked for 1.5 and then ran another 3, then did a couple of sprint intervals at the very end. FAST! I was dying.
All running (except the sprints) was at 5.0 (12 min pace) and walking at 3.6
When I hit “pause” on the the dumb treadmill
which I have a love/hate relationship with the time blinks and I have to take like four or five pics in order to get it just right so the time is showing RIGHT when the camera clicks.
TOMATO FACE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
no idea? I think I was on an exercise high and was acting looney.
I felt great about it and instantly thought “I should sign up for a 10k!” I don’t think I am anywhere near ready for a half-marathon yet, but am feeling like I would like to bump it up a little and try for a further distance than just a 5k. What do you think. SHOULD I DO IT?!?!?
The rest of the weekend looked like this:
oh instagram. you make me feel so talented.
more to come on this I promise
I started a flower shop!! J/K. But this place exists. And I finally went in. They did NOT give me a discount. Jerks.
the couple who compresses together…..….isn’t sore together?
How was your weekend?