You'll have to forgive me if I'm babbling ... I'm on a bit of an endorphin high right now. We got to our hotel early today (aka 545pm) and I realized I had about two hours of daylight left. I was planning on doing my long run tomorrow, since Saturdays are my usual long run days, but I wasn't sure I'd have time at night, and I wasn't keen on the idea of running in the dark tomorrow morning. So I snarfed a granola bar, packed up my mega-dorky running waistband with a water bottle and hit the road. I meant to do five miles, but ended up closer to six since I got mildly lost. Kentucky has some strange aversion to street signs.
Long story short, I ran 5.7 miles in an hour and eleven minutes, for an average pace of twelve and a half minutes. Considering my usual pace is closer to fourteen minutes, I'm really freaking happy.
Alrighty, my fajitas just got here, so I'm gonna dig in. But writing this while waiting totally achieved the desired effect of making sure I didn't eat an entire basket of tortilla chips.
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