That’s my lesson for the day. School starts again this week, and I’m back to my early morning workouts (more on that later). Today my best workout buddy (my aunt) and I started with our first morning run of the school year. I was worried about being cold, but by the end of the run I was in my short-sleeved shirt – at 7am in Alaska! That’s pretty amazing.
The weather was gorgeous, but my perky aunt was setting a brisk pace. We usually run at about a 9:30 mile, and I don’t know if she was going faster, or if I was just dragging, but it was a rough one for me this morning. She asked if the pace was okay, and what did I say? “Yeah, it’s fine!” And then I almost threw up after our run. Awesome. Why did I say the pace was fine when it wasn’t? Just pride, I guess. I run a lot more frequently than she does, so in my head, if she was fine running a 9:15 pace, then I should have been too. Ridiculous, I know. And I didn’t feel that great all morning because of it.
This is me, happy about the weather but annoyed with my run and my attitude.
And now imagine a cute picture I took relaxing on our front porch by a patch of wildflowers before it was time to get ready for work. I took it for the blog just this morning, and one of my children somehow deleted it. But just use your imagination…. 🙂