It’s funny to consider my run today of about 4 miles a failure.
On the one hand, I’ve been running for over a year- actually almost a year and a half now. I’m still slow and can’t run for longer than 40 minutes without stopping. By “slow” I mean, I run about 11:30-12:00 miles. Lately it’s been cold and dark and really hard to get out and do it. So today when I woke up I put on my tights (for the first time this season) and shorts and played Batman with Miss K for a little bit before finally going out for our run. First one this week. We (the dog and I) made it about 20 minutes before stopping for a break, and then about ten minutes, then five, then three, and finally I couldn’t see myself running any more and headed home. A far cry from the 7 miles I did a few weeks ago.
When I run, I almost always do intervals. Just because I can’t run that far.
However – it’s funny because I’m running. I mean, I’m really running it out. I’m not quite as active as I was in high school, when I biked everywhere and was on swim team. But since high school, this is probably the most active I’ve been. I live a pretty sedentary life. So, on that road, it’s a definite win. I was out there again today.