Never have I ever felt so deserving of a Gatorade. I'm sitting in a review session for Psych, sippin' on some lemon-lime Gatorade, feeling fantastic, and contemplating my run (the session hasn't started yet, okay? I'll pay attention when I need to). I just finished up 5.0 miles on the treadmill (it's gross and rainy and cold outside) with an average pace of 10:42, which isn't fabulous but I ran it in 53:30, which shaved 40 s off of my last 5-mile treadmill run. I usually don't drink Gatorade because of the calories, even though it's good for ya if you've done a lot of physical activity, and/or in the words of Mitch Hedberg, "if you're just a thirsty dude." I prefer Powerade Zero now that it's out -- but I rarely buy it because, well, before starting this running regime I lacked a steady exercise regime. Haha. Maybe I'll start because I want the replenishing drink minus the calories.
Right, so my run felt wonderful. I wasn't sure how it would go after my tough outdoors run on Friday, but it went well. I started running at a slower pace and toward the end of the run I was upping my speed to get some last minute sprints in to boost my time (and hopefully my stamina). And let me just say, showering at the gym is like a race against the hot water heater giving out. That's the only unpleasant part of the whole workout experience today...well and the fact that I've gotta face the facts (literally) and study for Psych.
Peace. Love. Run. ;)
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