Little Miss Runner Pants

i didn't want to run today.

i didn't, i didn't, i didn't.

i stomped and moped and pouted around my house for almost two hours, trying to figure a way to get out of my run.

i mean... i rode three hours yesterday!

a really really good ride, mostly windy, lots of rolling hills, and i did really well. i hung in, i climbed hard, my cadence was up...

t'was just what it needed to be.

AND I DID NOT WANT TO RUN TODAY!

hmpf.

but i did.

i sucked it up, thought of everyone else out there getting in their miles, and said f*ck it. lets run.

on my schedule today i had my first 8 miler.

but my schedule, i decided, is NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!... so i said maybe it'll be my first 8 miler..... but then again!!?!

MAYBE NOT!

having had a few weather/motivation issues this past week(s...) i realized i haven't run since LAST tuesday. so i figured i'd go until i got tired and...

then i'd come back!

(i personally loved my plan.)

taking off i actually felt pretty good. i was having no knee/shin/foot issues, the temp was perfection... i was enjoying my run.

as i passed one park after another i seemed to gain energy, and it wasn't until i was juuust about half way back that i started to really feel the speed.

i mighta sorta over-done it a bit. i had that omg. bathroomBathroomBATHROOM! feeling in the pit of my stomach but as i was just about to talk myself into walking the rest of it home, some chick with a really great ass turned the corner ahead of me and i was suddenly motivated to gut it out.

i thought for .76th's of a second that i might actually catch her, but... that ass had a reason for being.

the chick could RUN!

finally i made it home though and... as much as i'd wanted to bail, take a nap, do laundry or fold socks instead...

i had a good run.

6.5 miles in an hour and some change. roughly a 10 minute pace. and i'll take that any day!