Nothing Like A Quicky

I wasn't going to run today because I'm pretty sore from yesterday.  I got to work and T, another runner chick I work with, asked me to run with her tonight.  She said it would be a short run because she's trying to pick up her pace.  I figured it wouldn't hurt me to get out for a short, fast run. I feel GREAT!!!  According to her device (I've never run with a pacer), we started at a slow 10:13, but ended with an 8:39.  It FELT like we were doing the 8:39 the whole time, I'm going to blame the wind we were running into at the start of our run.  My competitive spirit came out strong tonight when I noticed that I wasn't breathing as hard, and I still felt like going, at the end of our run.  I was actually feeling pretty damn awesome.  This means I'm actually getting INTO SHAPE!!!!!!!!


What a wonderful way to end my day.


Tomorrow?  Maybe a nice, slow, long run with the fiance.  In the mean time, ice for my knees.

Oh yeah, Matt's posing ;)

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