I like days off. It's easier to run in the morning when I can wake up at my leisure and head out when I am good and ready. Which I did yesterday. And then went about my day.
Yesterday:
Miles logged: 5.75
Miles I was supposed to log: Zero. Nada. None-at-all.
Pace: 9:15 / mile
Fast forward to today. It felt like a Monday run, and I didn't even pretend that I was going to try to wake up before work and pound the pavement (or as I do on weekdays, pound the belt on the treadmill)... which I will admit that I do at least half of all weekday mornings. And honestly, I don't know that I've done a run before work once in the past six months. Which is funny, because back when the boy was first born, I used to wake up at the crack of dawn (literally) and get my day started on the treadmill. I don't know what happened there. Perhaps when he started sleeping later, I felt obligated to do so as well. Hmph.
Today:
Miles logged: 5.65
Miles I was supposed to log: 3
Pace: 9:15 / mile
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