Which is really kind of stupid.
This week my coworker/work husband convinced me to get out at lunch and just run, no watch, no pressure.
I was told I would feel good after it.
It is full on spring-thinking-about-summer out there. There were so many people out it felt like being in a race. I ran from work to past Eau Claire and back, I even met Leana and Peter en route.
After the run? Felt really damn good.
Run a fast 5k. It felt good again, surprise.
I love the treadmill as I prefer to run in a sports bra and shorts which is quite acceptable in the garage.
We had a mix of warm sun and random snow showers that blew in, it was a perfect couple of hours.
Speed bursts between benches. Gave myself lofty ideas about running a fast 5k this year.