Since today's miles were slow recovery miles, I set out without a specific route in mind. Because I'm OCD, I always map my run out beforehand and write it down so I know exactly where I'm going. It was kind of nice to just run wherever today, but I kind of felt like a chicken with my head cut off. My feeling was confirmed when I got home and looked at my route:
|Zero method to my madness.|
I left my ipod home which helped me keep a slow(er) pace. No pump up music = 13 minute miles. I don't hate it.
Because I've ran 9 miles in the past two days, and because tomorrow is a rest day... I'm treating myself to a big ol bowl of homemade baked potato soup for dinner tonight. And lunch tomorrow. And dinner tomorrow. And let's be honest... probably a snack in about an hour.
|Get in my belly.|