Since I’ve been taking to the pavement instead of the treadmill, it seems like I’ve had to start over. But I like being in the fresh air and sunshine, where the scenery beats staring through the kitchen windows at the house next door.
Tuesday marked a new outdoor milestone: I ran a mile without stopping.
It wasn’t the fastest mile, but I did it — and I only wanted to die for the last tenth of a mile. When I hit that mile of running at 1.26, I slowed to a walk for a bit before picking up the pace again. Overall, I covered 1.68 miles in 27 minutes — a pace of 16:10.
Beats the heck out of Sunday’s 17:21 pace, doesn’t it?
My Nike+ app tells me I’ve covered 21.5 miles in September, with an average pace of 16:28. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Yes, I realize I have to pick up the pace quite a bit before I’ll be able to cover 3.1 miles in less than 40 minutes. I will get there.
I felt better Tuesday. No headache and no overwhelming urge to nap. That could be because it was perfect sleeping weather — cold enough to require my extra-warm flannel-covered duvet.
I actually woke up at about 6 a.m. to go to the bathroom and grabbed the comforter to burrow under until my alarm went off at 8:30.
I’d much rather the weather be cool than hot. It’s simple to wrap up when there’s a chill in the air. When it’s too warm, there’s no easy way to cool down.
How about you? Do you prefer warmer or cooler weather?
Bonus question: What’s a good running pace?