Before leaving for this run on Friday, I talked about pace and accepting that I will probably have to walk part of the half-marathon. When I set out Friday morning I didn't really have much of a plan other than wanting to incorporate walking into the run just to see how I felt about it when it was deliberate (versus walking because I was tired).
Only, once I started running I didn't really want to stop. Even when I told myself it was okay, I knew that if I did start walking it would only be because I thought I maybe should, not because I wanted to and definitely not because I needed to.
And you know what? Except for about 1/4 of a mile that included a very short but very steep hill, I ran all seven of those miles.
Yes, I ran slow. Some may argue I actually jogged. My overall average was a 16 minute mile which means it took me nearly two hours to complete those seven miles but I did it. I ran 'em. I took some things with me to use as fuel and I kept to my schedule of noshing on something every mile (once I have a better idea of what works for me I'll write more in detail) plus I brought along a granola bar for when I was done. I carried my water bottle in my hand the whole time which was kind of annoying but Sissy has a sweet belt/fanny pack thing with a water bottle holder she's going to be sending me! It should arrive before this Friday's 8 mile run and I'm looking forward to breaking it in.
Tonight I'm headed to my next Weight Watchers meeting after signing up last week. I'd forgotten how nervous it can make you, even though I know I stuck to the plan this week. Plus I'm so used to weighing in first thing in the morning and naked. I know doing it in the evening can include water weight plus of course clothes can add a bit. When I did it in the past I would wear the exact same clothes to every meeting to at least take that variable out of the equation.
How was everyone else's weekend?
Love from the ashes,