Lethargic but Successful

I awoke this morning groggy and lethargic. I shuffled to the kitchen for a small glass of water, followed by a large glass of juice. My marathon training guru suggested I lower my fluid intake before I hit the road in order to lower the chance of another heaving episode. I took her advice and plopped down on the couch to watch my future husband Ben Bailey on Cash Cab.

I knew I had already slept in forty five minutes passed what I had planned, but also knew that today was a short run day, and thus would not be out on the road for hours. I took my sweet time getting ready, donning the suit, stretching a wee bit, and determining the ratio of comfort to practicality when it came to choosing a top. (I went with a long sleeve with a t-shirt over, instead of my usual tank top with jacket. The jacket gets a little warm.)

Although all morning I was feeling rather "blah," the jog itself was a pretty good one. I took two very short walking breaks (about a block each), and incorporated five pick ups. AND I didn't feel like I was going to die after ever pick up, just the first one. My muscles however, didn't enjoy it today. It felt as though my quads were resisting. I'm not sure if this is the magical point where instead of just working my muscles I'm actually building on them, or if my legs were just not feeling it today. And my knees hurt randomly. Seriously randomly. I think I may need better shock absorbtion in my shoes.

Oh, and by the way, my time was 42 minutes today. Oh yeah, that's a 12 min 11 second mile.
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