Friday: I left work early Friday, so I was home doing nothing for about 5 hours before we made an 8pm dinner reservation and it was 7pm and I had to hustle down to run. Given the time constraints there was no room for messing around -- no breaks, no nothing. This pressure actually worked to my benefit, and I wound up being able to run the whole time without slowing down (except the last minute, which doubled as a cool down, again given time constraints). So yay! Run!
Saturday: Nothing. Boyfriend was in town and chose to amuse him instead, and we had a great day around the city :)
Sunday: Probably too hung over to attempt a run today. Oh well!
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I remember being 9 and running a mile in 9 minutes. This was a great feat for me, so great, in fact, that it was not to be matched again for nearly a decade, until 2007 when I was 19. In 2009, I moved to Ireland for 6 months and, deterred by rain and gypsies I surrendered my burgeoning athletic prowess to the lures of foreign baked goods and laziness. I am on a mission to recapture it. I will run again! And you will read about it.
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