I had every intention of running this morning; I really did. Last night, I laid out my running clothes, washed my bodacious blue hat, and psyched myself up for an early morning jaunt through the river valley. And then, I went to sleep. When I got up this morning, I was waffling. Nothing new; I'm a major waffler (mmm, now I want waffles.).
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Where was I? Oh yes, I woke up. My heart had the desire to run but my brain kept saying "you're crazy". I hummed and hawed for an hour, ate some eggs, and then finally decided I was going to head out. I couldn't have asked for a better morning either; cool, light breeze, very fall like. I announced to my mother that I was going out and she asked if I was going for a bike ride. Instantly, I felt guilty. I've only taken Cherie out twice this year and considering how much she cost me (including accessories and adjustments), I really should use her more often. So, I changed my mind and went for a ride. In my head, I figured I could go for a short ride this morning and then maybe walk or run in the afternoon/evening on my treadmill. LOL. Yeah, right. I'm so funny.
I managed just over two miles in 16 minutes. Not too shabby. And considering Cherie is a cruiser bike, I was pedaling almost nonstop. Hardest two miles of my life. Its very apparent that I need to ride more this summer - my heart felt like it was going to explode by the time I got back inside and I was a bit dizzy. And its not as though riding will hurt my running. If my fellow bloggers are to be believed, everyone seems to say cross training with a bike makes them run faster. Now, I just have to fine the time...