I went running last night. THANK GOD. I really needed it, and not just because I was starting to lose fitness after eight non-running days. I needed because my legs felt all antsy, and I had all this pent-up energy. Oh, it was great.
I ran what I thought was something like 3.5 miles, but when I got back to my apartment, hit “stop” on the watch (which I hadn’t looked at) and saw 27:36, I knew that either I’ve secretly been holding out on everyone about my speediness or my mental mileage estimation was, well, far off. Google pedometer happily informed me that it was the latter, so thankfully Sam doesn’t have to worry about me coming up on his heels anytime soon. Hahaha! 😉
I’ve never guessed so poorly on a distance, and I would have known sooner if I’d been checking my watch during the run, but I wasn’t. Anyway, it turns out that I ran 2.71 miles, which puts me at a much more Sarah-like 10:11/mile pace. I was breathing pretty hard, which felt great and was good for the previously mentioned pent-up energy.
Happy sigh.
