Monday I ran a sort of sprint (for me it was, anyway). I ran a mile increasing speed as I went to see what I could do. Then after regaining the ability to breathe, I ran .25 mile intervals of 5mph running and 3pmh walking for a total of 1.5 miles.
Then I had to travel for work. Ick. That’s another story, but let me repeat…ick.
Today I had every intention of running at least 2 miles. I was actually hoping for 2.5. I made it one and then walked until I hit 15 minutes. My legs were screaming. My head wasn’t in it. I am fighting off a lingering cold (and yes, I am sure that is what is going on with my chest and breathing now). I just felt incredibly blah.
I am glad I went the mile, though. My legs feel better – I know using them was good for loosening up the tight muscles. So, all I can do is record the mile plus for today and try again tomorrow.