Today was my first run in a week, only my second since the marathon. I am still coughing and not feeling great but if you don't use it, you lose it. I thought I felt better than I actually did when I got started. But, cocky as I can be, I told myself "Pff. You just ran the NY-freaking-marathon. What's a 5-miler?!" After the Olympics, everything just seems so damned easy.

I wasn't expecting that! I went a new route and the hills...oh, the hills! I started out bravely enough but by end the exertion became ridiculously hard. Nothing else to do in those situations but laugh it off because it sure knocked me down a few pegs.
Truthfully, 5 miles was probably too much considering how sick I still am but I was scared to do less. Whatevs. It's over. I'll know what to expect on Thursday when I repeat the route. Hill work is forced speedwork, that's the mantra. And that's my goal for the rest of 2010 -- to work on speed.
It's all good though. How can it not be when you hit the streets wearing this:
Freaking rockstar.
ReplyDeleteAnd "Better Off Dead" is a great movie. I haven't watched it in forever. I wonder if it's on Netflix?