Talk about a setback...
Today I had my worst workout ever. Since I'm on grand-dog sitting duty, I decided to combine my workout with his walk and run outdoors for the first time. I planned to do a four-mile loop through our slightly hilly neighborhood. The weather was perfect -- cool and cloudy. The timing couldn't have been better -- everyone was at work or school, so no one was around to watch. Even the dog was great. The leash was long enough, and I was slow enough that he had several seconds to stop and sniff every mailbox before I yanked him along.
But I couldn't run! I was literally back to one minute intervals!!! It was as if the last month and a half hadn't happened at all. Nothing hurt, but my lungs were on fire and I was utterly exhausted. I made it one mile -- mostly walking -- and gave up. I was so depressed.
The only bright spot was that I spotted a woman who runs even slower than I do. She was shuffling through the neighborhood in slow motion. Really slow motion. The bad news is that she was still running when I quit. Even she can fun farther than I can.