Yep! You read right- I ran! This past Sunday morning, I ran FIVE miles! Farthest I've run in.... well, a long time. Yeah, I ran a half a few months ago, but I don't think I ran 5 consecutive miles without walking during that, so I'm calling this better.
Anyway, I ran 5 miles! WAHOO! GO me!!
I woke up Sunday morning at 6:30am, like every morning, to feed Bailey and start our day. We nursed and ate breakfast. She was due to go down for a nap at 8am and when the Hubs woke up at about 7:45am, I knew this was my shot. It was just about as perfect weather for the summer as you can ask-- 70* and overcast. I knew if I didn't get out there for at least a few miles I'd regret it all day.
So, I put Bailey down for her nap, laced up the Brooks, grabbed my Garmin and iPhone, told the Hubs I was going for 3 or 4 miles and took off.
Truth? I hated the first mile. It was hotter than I like (Note: see how quickly "perfect" weather turned into too hot? I'm so whiney.) and HELLA humid. I was running sloooow (for me... well, for old me) and my legs felt heavy. About half a mile in, I had to make the decision to keep going straight where I could turn around at any point or head to a trail that would give me 3.5 mile loop. I decided there was NO WAY I'd do 3.5 unless I kinda had to, so I hit the trail, hating every step.
Mile 1: 11:00ish
Before I knew it, I was through the loop and feeling ok.
Mile 2: 10:30ish
Mile 3: 10:00ish
In fact, I was feeling pretty good. My legs felt loose and I felt like I was running effortless. Crazy how just a few short miles can turn things around so fast. I decided to keep going.
Mile 4: 9:50ish
Mile 5: 9:30ish (big hill for a fast finish, for the win!)
My Garmin about died, but hung on juuut long enough. I finished the 5 miles in 51:40. Best time ever? Ha. Not even close. Easy run? Nope. I'd love to say each run is feeling easier, but I'm not really there yet either. I will say they all feel better as the run goes on. It's taking me longer to warm up than it used to. But, I am warming up. While the first part of the runs sucks and I spend every step talking myself into continuing and not stopping, the second part of the runs are kinda rocking and reminding me that I love, love, loooove to run.
Like I could ever forget I love to run! But, hey- the reminder is pretty nice.
I'm hoping to get out 1 or 2 more times this week. If I could get a double digit mileage week (Ha! Remember when double digit mile runs were the norm?? We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.), that'd be pretty sweet.
When I finished the run, I was on a pretty sweet runner's high. I finished 5 miles! And felt pretty good! I was a sweaty mess, but I got to come home to the Hubs, Sadie, and this face.
What more could a girl ask for? :)
Wanna know what I didn't ask for, though?
Yep. My first chaffing in MONTHS and MONTHS. In a sick way, I suppose I'm kinda proud of it. However, I definitely could do without it, especially as it's on both boobs and having a nursing baby trying to grab and touch it is NOT FUN. Just trust me on that one.