It was dark, couldnt have been more than 30 degrees out and haivng just gotten home from work, the last thing I wanted to do was run. I forced myself out, and as usual was warm in minutes... glad I was there. The entire way down the river, I kept thinking to myself how great it was, questioning why I would ever hesitate just because of the cool temperatures. Turning around I realized that I had been running with the wind and now was looking at 2 miles back, this time against the wind. To be honest, I now remembered what had spawned the heistation earlier. It was cold.
I am trying to increase my speed on these shorter runs. Tonight I did 1 mile as fast as I could, took a short break, did 2 miles at my normal pace and finished with my final mile again at a faster pace.
Not sure that tonight was all that encouraging. I miss the midday runs.
Also, sorry that I use so many "I's"