Notes
So I pretty much just went running and running and running, until I had pretty much no idea where I was anymore, at which point I turned around and went back. I just wanted to go somewhere new, so I left from AACC and just went down college parkway and took a random right, and then turned around when I got to what looked like a highway. I had no idea how much I had run, but I felt like I was going a pretty good pace, and I felt strong. And the sun was at the perfect angle, and everything was golden, and the air was crisp, and ahhh...it was cross country. I felt like a gazelle. And I got all the good songs on my Ipod, too. It was great.
So it's kind of disappointing that when I put the time in I ran 10:05 miles. Like, I thought I was going so much faster than that, and I felt like I was doing so good. So calculating the pace kind of sucked.
But I was just so happy...it's so unfair. I'm too obssessed with numbers. Like, I felt so accomplished until I put the numbers in. Now I just feel fat and slow again.
I'm going to feel that in the morning.