Tim and I ran three miles tonight. We took the clock outside so we could see what our pace was. My goal was to run our normal pace so that, just in case we can’t measure a trail in Gatlinburg this week, we can just run the right amount of time for the mileage we’re supposed to do.
I think we ran a little harder than we usually would have though. Just a little bit. Still, though, a ten minute mile. That’s ok. I know in the past I could run faster, but it takes time to work up to these things.
It was a good run. Didn’t have to stop. My knees hurt a little (I have GOT to lose that last five pounds!) and I had to breathe hard, but what’s new?
We’re going to Gatlinburg on Wednesday with Tim’s dad’s family. I’m sure it’ll be nice to do runs so that we can get outside a little bit, but it’s always strange running someplace you don’t know well. At least it is for me.
