It was supposed to rain all day. Pour even. It was in all the forecasts. Even my weather app on my phone said it wad raining…but really it was blue skies. All day long. Not a drop of rain.
I was in heaven. It was a beautiful day at home.
When I saw the rain had paused earlier in the morning, I knew it might be my only chance all week to jog without rain. I slipped on my shoes, magically managed to get my headphones working (major mystery there…) And went plodding down the road. I thought for sure I was running at warp speed, focusing on improving my pace. Usually I am in the 13:30 minute mile range. I thought for sure I’d be reporting a sub-13 pace. It seriously seemed like I was breaking the sound barrier and the Olympic track scouts would be waiting for me at my front door saying, We don’t know how we didn’t notice you before.
I checked my Map My Run app as soon as I finished, giddy with anticipation.
14:45 mile average.
Apparently I should have worn my wrist watch….
I then proceeded to spend much of the rest of the day curled up on the sofa with the second Hunger Games book. I read the first one yesterday.
Oh, and I managed to weed the herb garden and do one load of laundry that’s still in the dryer….