Who would have thought that a hangover would lead to a running breakthrough? After a dining adventure gone awry (duck served in
some sort of awful sauce, plus three glasses of cheap wine -- two white, one red), I spent a sleepless night wracked with hot flashes and nausea.
The good news is that I felt so miserable on the treadmill this
morning that I barely noticed the hip/arch/knee pain. I was too focused on not losing what was left
of that terrible duck. The other good news
is that I ran for a quarter mile nonstop!
Four times! Maybe five (I lost
count). Somewhere in the middle of my
warm up, my tired brain realized that if I ran for three minutes at a
5mph pace (12 minute miles), it equated to a quarter mile.
So I adjusted my workout to the following intervals: 3 minute slow jog, one
minute walk, one minute very fast jog, one minute walk. I did that five times (I think). I ran less overall than I did with
the 2 minute jog/one minute walk intervals, but a quarter mile jog still seems
like an accomplishment. If I just do
that 105 more times back-to-back, I’ll have run a marathon!
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