It was 60 degrees outside. The sun was shining and the breeze was perfect. I started my run with goosebumps all over my body. But I warmed up fast. I took the hilliest route possible through the neighborhood. On purpose.
I ran three miles today, and two of those three miles were sub-10 minute miles. I’m glad it’s fall. ______________________________________________________________
For those of you who are interested, I’ve been tracking my runs at dailymile.com. You can see them here. I even tossed a widget over there on the sidebar for easy clicking.
I might have accidentally formulated a goal for myself today regarding how fast I want to run the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving. These are big words from a girl who, this time last year, was hoping to simply SURVIVE the Turkey Trot. It’s not a crazy goal, but it’s a goal. I might even tell you what it is. Later. When I’m a lot closer to knowing whether or not I’m going to achieve it.
Update: Boo (Point: Boo!) forced me to dish my goal in the comment section. The comment section feels like a safe place for it. Public, but only seen by those who are willing to make an effort to see it. I’m hiding it for two reasons: 50% because I’m embarrassed of it to begin with, and 50% because I’m terrified that I won’t be able to reach it. So there. If you want to see it, click away.