#Juneathon Day 11 - A nice (short) run.

The inclusion of the word short in the title above, in no way represents any sort of insult or negative connotation toward short people.  For the record, some of my favorite people are short. I believe that a person's height has no bearing on their having reasons to live, or their honesty.  I enjoy having short people 'round here.

So my alarm went off at 5:30 am.  (It seems some idiot has set their alarm for this ungodly hour.)  I had planned better the night before, and knew right were all of my running gear was. 

Unintentional speed work.

So last night I headed out on my 2.3 mile route.  I can't lie - it's not far enough.  I am not "Satisfied" when I finish.. BUT, I am learning from my previous mistakes and building up my base slowly.   When I get to run the Marine Corps Marathon this year, instead of walking the expo (again) knowing that an injury has kept me from running it (again) and whining non-stop to my wife about it (again), it will all be worth it.

As has been my standard lately, I let my body pick the speed.( IT is one advantage of only running 2.3 miles, I don't have to worry too much about going to fast to make it through the run.  When I hit the one mile mark, I heard the voice in my phone speak: