I also would really like to have runner's legs. (I know. I'm so deep.)
|Disclaimer: These are not my legs.|
In early summer I finally ran a mile straight without dying, and I was planning on running often throughout the summer with an August 5K in view. Well, the 5K didn't fit with our camp schedule, and once that fell off my calendar, I lost my motivation.
When the kids started swimming lessons this fall, it was fairly easy for me to get a run in on the treadmill a couple of times a week while Lydia was in the pool. So, that first five-week session I did two runs (walk/runs, really) and one day on the exercise bike (at home) per week. This five-week session, Lydia's class got cancelled due to low enrollment. None of the other class times worked with our schedule. Therefore, I haven't had a decent workout in three weeks.
After cleaning out the mini-van for two hours (seriously), I decided to go for a walk before it got dark. I was warm enough when I was vigorously vacuuming the van (nice alliteration, eh?), but once I got out on the trail, I was freezing. It was 45 degrees, and there was a pretty chilly wind in my face. But then, I ran like the wind. I ran for 20 consecutive minutes. Twenty. And it wasn't even that hard. Weird. Looking back, I think I was simply trying to get warm. My pace was pretty slow--5 mph--but I ran for about 1.7 miles, so that's a new record for me. And I can only get faster from here.
Watch out runner's legs. Here I come. *wink*