After my last run of 5.8km, I mapped out another route around 6.2kms to try and get to that magic 6km mark. I even planned out this run carefully- Get up at 7:30am (killer after being up 4 times through the night with a sick Little Lion, but that's another story) and have breakky. Drink multitudes of water. Put on workout gear (all colour coordinated, I have a think about being all matchy-matchy when I exercise. My shorts even match my shoes) and step out the door at around 9am when Deon got home from his workout.
I definitely couldn't have left it any longer than 9am, the day was going to be a stinker and it was already 23 degrees. I had a couple of new songs added to my playlist, and I headed out the door ready to tackle the new route.
A dear friend of mine had someone very close to her pass away a couple of weeks ago, and she asked me to join her in completing a half marathon in May. Now, obviously I am in no way, shape or form ready to tackle something like that, and we'd be doing a hell of a lot of walking, but it was good motivation for me to think about as I jogged along this morning.
|Post run! Yay, I did it! Bright red face and all!|