Slow but Steady

Today was one of those days I was ready to break out the jazz hands and "dance face" to "Party in the USA" while bouncing along on the treadmill. Oh come on, don't pretend you haven't had those days. I don't know what it was--the fact that I was pressed for time, that I hadn't left my couch...err...apartment all morning or that I was simply motivated by the scintillating coverage of Red Sox spring training on the gym TVs, but I ran super fast--for me, anyway. I'm pretty certain edamame (I swear by the soy!) and Girl Talk (http://illegal-art.net/allday/) also deserve credit. Oh, and the fact that there was no wind. In any case, the tide of endorphins carried me through the rest of the evening. Clearly.

It felt great to jump into a running routine this week. On Tuesday, I ran a respectable 3.1 miles, albeit at a snail's pace. I decided to up the ante today, but my general strategy is to start with easy runs so that I don't set myself up to feel like I'm failing to meet the small goals I make for myself. For now, I'm building up distance, not speed, and I trying not to get distracted by my treadmill "neighbors," inevitably barreling along, roadrunner-style, at over 8 miles an hour. So far, depending on my mood and schedule, I've been alternating runs with some interval training. I'm confident I'll be able to sustain a faster clip once my endurance improves.

I promised you news. Thank goodness for subtitled television! So...a porpoise was recently rescued off the New England coastline. Crazy, right? That's all I know.

Have I mentioned how overwhelmed I've been by the enthusiasm that followed my first post? Frankly, it's humbling.