I realized yesterday that I spent a solid week after the duathlon not exercising. Not because I was worn out or anything. I was just busy. I finished painting a room in my house, which is great, and attempted to cut my grass but kept getting thwarted by the rain. It's still not done.
By Sunday I was getting antsy to move, so I got outside again for a good run. I planned on running 3 miles. At the halfway point, I checked my watch and realized that I had gone about 13 minutes. If I kept up the pace, I could do 3 miles in 26 minutes, which isn't too bad for me. Well, the pace felt hard, and I wanted to stop, but I felt like I kept it up anyway.
In the end, I picked up the pace quite a bit, apparently, because I finished in 24:40 (8:20 mile pace). I must admit, that the route is probably a little less than 3 miles. Even so, I'm incredibly happy that I can still run at a decent pace (for me, anyway). Not my high school best - and certainly nowhere near competitive - but not bad. As always, running longer miles makes the shorter runs fly.
In exciting news, the hubby and I are going to Chicago this weekend so he can play in a card tournament. The moment I heard about the plan, I was geeked to tag along! While the hubby and his friends play all day Saturday, I've got free time in the city to meet Dottie of Let's Go Ride a Bike! It turns out that Elisa of Bike Skirt is also going to be in town, so the three of us may be able to all meet in person for some stylish-girls-on-bikes fun. I can't wait!