In my last post.
That was awfully ambitious of me.
And that is exactly what my sleepy brain convinced my sleepy body at 5am.
Brain: "no need to be so ambitious"
Body: "i 2nd that"
And so I slept. Until 10 minutes after 6. Then I started feeling guilty (note that I didn't feel guilty yesterday for having that piece of carrot cheesecake...) so I got my lazy caboose out of bed and headed to the gym. I got 2.65 miles in before I had had had had to take a shower because I had had had had to be at work on time. And that last mile, I was crankin' it out at 7.5 (by the way, I don't know what that means..is that rpms, mphs, what???) and felt great. And I totally remembered how much I LIKE RUNNING FAST. As I ticked the seconds away until I absolutely had to head to the showers, I felt FABULOUS. Like I could have run at that pace forever. Which, by the way, I don't know...I have no idea how to figure out those treadmills. I just put it on a speed, set my own watch, and put the tv on some channel that has really skinny girls. Usually the news. Skinny girls are my motivation in the morning. Or hot guys. But there isn't an abundance of those on AM tv.
*where was i?*
Oh, so running fast = happy amy.
I think I'll try it again tomorrow.
Have a great hump day.
P.S. For some reason, the last few days I've been thinking that it would be *cool* to run an ultra. Like maybe a 50k or something. Any suggestions, or am I just crazy?