It was a woot (stolen from Mojo; my definition of woot is the feeling of childlike happiness when you say it loud and proud but I think it spawns from the Dungeons and Dragons game) running day! WOOOOOOT!
I nailed my treadmill run today.
I watched Family Feud as I warmed up and ran the first 1 or so at a very comfortable 14 minute / mile pace. For my second mile, I cranked it up to a 12 minute / mile pace and was able to sustain it! WOOT!
Yes, for many, this pace is a walking pace but for me, it's the pace that gets me schvitzing with elbows flying and stumpy legs pumping.
I didn't think I could keep it up but I did and I am proud! (Can you tell?)
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You are a rock star!
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