doing the double.

Yesterday morning I ran 4 in my skirt. Felt great. Then, come afternoon, it was 60 and lovely. Weather called for rain for my 7miler this AM, so I decided to suck it up and run a double yesterday. It was hard.

Audrey joined me for the first 3 of the evening's 7, and I purposefully ran slower than either of us can/should just to make sure she'd come back-- it was our first time running together since last fall's 5k and I wouldn't mind having a running buddy, but going out at pace with a new buddy who hasn't run 3mi since last fall wasn't going to make a second date too likely.

Then, she went to the gym and I kept going. On an empty stomach, trying to shave 2:00/mi off the pace I started at, after running 4 that morning. Ugh. I did manage to finish those last 4 miles at :30/mi below pace, a full 2:30/mi faster than the first three miles, trying to shave some time and make up, but I also managed my first foot blister and some pretty angry legs. It was more of a tempo run than a pace run, and it hurt.

Either way, that allowed me to sleep in a little and give the dog a little more love this morning. Which is always good. Even in the rain, it's always sunshine and rainbows.