Running post.
So it's absolutely fantastic outside. Just a little windy, but otherwise wonderful. So I'm gonna run. And I was pumped. I don't know why, maybe because the sun is out. Sometimes, that's all it takes. Somedays. Anyhow, I started off pretty fast. Which, I usually do because I get really excited to be running. Like I forget that I have 5 miles more to go. Playing soccer and being a sprinter in HS doesn't teach you how to pace yourself very well. Although I don't have a device that tracks pace or miles or location, I know my pace well enough, and I'd say the first two miles I was kicking out an 8 min/mi pace or less. I average around 9 (give or take 20 sec) usually. So naturally I'm pretty happy about that. Maybe I felt like a rockstar. Felt pretty damn good passing Barbie in bright pink. Definitely a rockstar. But then out of no where I feel extremely sick, like where maybe I should spot a good place for something bad to happen kind of sick. KILLED my pace.Though I didn't stop, because I absolutely refuse to stop in front of people, I did have to slow way down for around 10 minutes. I was able to finish out my run like normal, which I'm thankful for, but I'm still extremely disappointed I didn't run the whole run like I did in the beginning. It would've been a really great new PR for that route, and just another goal passed for running this spring/summer. I think I'm going to have to get some advice on how to best increase my pace and endurance by the end of May and beginning of June so I can do a half in the time I want (under 2 hours). At the least, beat my time last year.
I think I'm going to have a beer. Today can't be a total waste.
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