This is me. All pumped before my run.
This is me. Gasping for air and guzzling water after my run. Have I mentioned how much I hate hills? They are probably my least favorite thing ever. I think I'd rather do field suicides than run up hills:
But seriously, that run was TOUGH. I've been training on a treadmill and am not used to propelling my body up inclines. I ran an ugly 4.1 miles in 50 min. 36 seconds which puts my average pace around 12:38/mi. Groooosss. I was definitely walking at least 5 separate times during the run. It didn't help that A. I forgot my gloves, B. I was holding pepper spray (I'm a paranoid runner), C. I didn't have a clear route drawn out D. my body is not used to this!!! E. It's frickin' cold outside F. Hey you. Yeah, you. The guy who blew a bike horn out of your car window and cat-called. YEAH!! You made me uncomfortable and so I turned around and walked in another direction for a minute until I felt okay enough to turn back around and continue my run in the direction I was originally going.
I can keep making up excuses, but it doesn't make my time any better. Anyway. So my legs hurt. But I'm looking forward to a piping hot shower and some dinner. Not so much looking forward to finishing one of my take-home finals, but whatever.
I guess the positive thing is that this is a start? I just hope I can get better and not lose heart as I continue to pursue my running goals.
~sigh~
P.S. I carry pepper spray because unfortunately it's not the same for women who run vs. guys who run. I worry that as I increase my time, I will be out after dark, so I carry it. Girls, if you're interested: http://safetygirl.com/pepper-spray-joggers.html?gclid=CP2kicDe4qUCFUdN4AodDlwz1w
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