I am feeling light on my feet and am loving having some speed. In fact, I think a pace in the 8s is my new “fast.”
I used always want to be in the 9s if I was trying for some speed, but today I tried to keep my entire 4.4-mile run in the 8s and I was able to do it. And on the dreadmill, too (which is always harder for me).
A BIG part of this is my weight. It’s coming down. I hit 153 this morning, which means I only have 8 pounds to go.
I feel like a whole new runner! Like if I want to turn on some speed, I can. This is a new feeling for me, which is why I keep talking about it (sorry!). I haven’t felt this good about my running since high school (although a pace in the 8s was probably my slow run then, but whatever!).
I’ve come a long way, since the post-baby-belly-backpain-blues in 2009! Since Saturday, July 18, when I walked-ran for 20 minutes and was dying. When I weighed close to 200 pounds.
I guess I hadn’t really stopped to think about that till now. Huh.