...c'est le titre d'un film que je vois maintenant.
And it's over. It was weird. It was sad. It was beautiful. It was French.
But that's not why I'm posting this blog right now. It's merely an addendum to the real post, which is below.
I had a lovely run this morning and this past Thursday morning. Thursday's run was more of a circuit workout. Along the Path, there are different stations you can stop at and do sit-ups, log hops, etc. So I ran between them. It was a break of sorts, and yet I felt as if I'd gotten a decent workout too. I didn't run Thursday evening because I had to pick up my best friend Alana from the airport. She is the shit, and I'm so lucky she is spending the weekend with me.
This morning's run was supposed to be a 30 minute easy run. And it was! I managed to maintain a 10:30 pace for the first half, and then bumped it up to a 10:00 for the second half. I've felt great all day, so I think I did the right thing. I saw my arch nemesis, who, since she cannot beat me, starts about one hour before me. Well played, path bitch, well played. I'd start early too against legs like these!
Well I'm gonna call it now. I want to get to bed early so I can hopefully have a good 10 miler tomorrow morning. I need a good run after last weekend's fiasco.
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