I like running but am a bit lazy when it comes to running hard. Coasting at a constant comfortable speed means the same shuffling pace whether I run 5k or 15k.
Today was a surprise. I ran a fast 2k followed by a regular paced 1.5k. Perhaps it was the clock ticking reminding me to get back home in time to fix the little one’s school meals. Or maybe it was getting out a little later than I intended to. Could it be the walking and erratic cycling? Whatever be the reason, it feels good.
And to think, I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.