First Day of Spring
Well, it's the first day of spring. It's the feast day of St. Joseph, husband of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It's 37 degrees outside. That's probably a few degrees warmer than it was when I went to the Y an hour and a half ago.
Not that I'm complaining about the weather. (I'm sure it's colder up north.) No, I don't want to complain about anything.
I woke up today with a strong desire to just hit the snooze button and roll over a few times. But I didn't. I went to the Y and got a decent workout in. Three miles on the treadmill. And they felt like three tough miles. It was the first run since the 15 miles on Saturday. I don't think I pushed myself too hard, but I could have gone a little easier on myself.
Oh well. Live and learn. Always a chance for renewal, eh?
Not that I'm complaining about the weather. (I'm sure it's colder up north.) No, I don't want to complain about anything.
I woke up today with a strong desire to just hit the snooze button and roll over a few times. But I didn't. I went to the Y and got a decent workout in. Three miles on the treadmill. And they felt like three tough miles. It was the first run since the 15 miles on Saturday. I don't think I pushed myself too hard, but I could have gone a little easier on myself.
Oh well. Live and learn. Always a chance for renewal, eh?
posted by bl at 8:42 am
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