24 hours later......

and I'm at it again. Today it's sunny and 0 degrees, which feels a lot more civilized then yesterday.

My body feels ok - minor stiffness here and there, but nothing to speak of. My shoes on the other hand, are whining about going out again. (You have to remember that they have gone from not being used at all, to being used once a week, and now twice in a row!). I told them to suck it up, it will only be hard at first, and that if they didn't stop whining, I would retire them. (An empty threat, because new shoes aren't in the budget for a bit, so nobody tell my shoes that.)

Mentally, I am kind of psyched. Going once - well, after all my talk, I could hardly be expected no to. Going twice - well, surely that puts me in the category of serious runner.

Same wardrobe as yesterday. Same route as yesterday. On my second one minute run, though, it became apparent that someone had somehow slipped a couple of ten pound weights into my shoes. I'm serious! I could hardly lift those suckers, they were so heavy. They stayed there into my third run, but miraculously disappeared for my fourth (which, coincidentally, I'm sure, was downhill.) And then, on my sixth and final run, someone slowed the clock down. And I mean waaaay down - that last run took forever.

So, summary of day two: Sun = good. Heavy legs = not good. Last run = very long. Me = happy.