A billion years ago it was the 4th of July (or at least that's how it feels in my head). I had signed up for a 4 mile fun run that benefits a local charity called A Solider's Child Foundation. This group helps children who's parent(s) have died while in active duty with the military. They sponsor camps, scholarships, Christmas and birthday gifts to name a few. I had first heard of this race last summer but didn't feel up to trying to go 4 miles in the heat at that point in my fitness journey.
|My patriotic crew.|
While I didn't "race" this course I did want to try and stick with at least 11 minute miles. My first mile was good. I felt energetic and happy to be running for a good cause. I had loaded my playlist with movie theme songs which is one of my new favorite things to run along to. Then I looked at my watch and saw I was over 11 minutes and still hadn't hit the first mile. Suddenly I was exhausted so I walked for the first time. And good Lord it was so hot and humid. Finally hit one mile around 12 minutes and just couldn't understand it. So I thought, "I think mile 1 was marked wrong."
When I hit mile 2 earlier than expected my suspicions were proven correct. After that first walking break I switched into my run 4/walk 1 minute intervals. This worked out well for the remainder of the race. It just got hotter and more awful but I finished up with 11:01 splits so I was happy at the end even though the middle part was pretty rough.
It was a great start to the 4th and also helped me feel better about the amount of food and drink I consumed later. This of course, started my downward diet spiral but at the time two or three margaritas didn't seem like a bad choice...