Good Running

This holiday weekend (if you can call celebrating the beginning of the end for the Native American Indians, a holiday) I managed to set two personal records in running. The first, happened on Thursday (“Thanksgiving”) where I logged my best 5K run (under 25 minutes). The second occurred on Saturday, where I set another best time for 10K (at 50 minutes). I know it’s not fast, but for some who is technically closer to fifty than forty, I think it’s pretty damn good. I’m not sure why I seemed to be in a zone with these two runs. Maybe it was because I was listening to music, which I normally don’t do; the “Rocky Training Montage” does tend to get one motivated.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

Didn’t Want To

Didn’t feel like nor did I want to run today. Well, I actually did want to run, but wasn’t planning on because the [incorrect] weather forecast said it was going to be cooler and, being the wimp I am, was planning on the stationary bike for 45 minutes or so. But clearer heads prevailed and I put on a couple light layers (it was in the low forties), laced up my running shoes and went for about a 35 minute run. Glad I did it, now I feel better for not giving into my slack-ass nature. Sometimes, you just have get out there and do it and stop coming up with [lame] excuses.

And that’s all I have to say about that.