Just got back from a run that made me ridiculously happy: it was nothing special from an athletic standpoint, but after three days (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday) of fog and rain and unseasonable warmth and excessively hard work, the temperature dropped overnight: I am over the worst hump of my work week and it is the most beautiful running weather, 40 degrees and as clear and sunny and bright as you could possibly wish for. Ran down to the boat basin and back, no Garmin as the strap for the heartrate monitor has left a spot of chafing and I want to let it clear up. Beautiful!
(I was thwarted in my desire to work out yesterday - I packed up run gear so that I could go straight from office to gym to Lower East Side dinner meet-up, but didn't realize until I was on the subway platform that I didn't have my inhaler with me. As I was intending to go to the run intervals class, and as run intervals are about the most wheeze-inducing thing the asthmatic person could possibly do, it was clear that I'd better just skip it - it got me early rather than late to dinner, which was probably better in any case. Tendency to try and squeeze too many things into the day!)
I should be able to go to yoga later, though, in spite of another dinner meet-up obligation afterwards...
40 mins. (zone 2)
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Makes such a difference when the weather is perfect. I have found myself running twice or three times a week lately, because of time/work constraints, whereas I ran six days a week most of the summer. Interestingly, my runs have been so much better when they are fewer...
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