I woke up bright and early this morning, made some eggs and toast, and gathered my running gear. Why is it so much easier waking up early on the weekends??
I met my coworkers at the top of the hill, where we discussed who would be the slowest. You see, none of us are runners and we were all pretty confident that our paces were slower than the rest of the group.
I hadn’t run since Tampa and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I ended up running a little over two miles straight, walking for about a quarter of a mile, and running the rest of the way. Much better than it could have been!