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Sunday: 60 minutes. I have no clue how far we went.
Today: 3.4 miles (says Yahoo - I was trying for a 3.5 mile course), 33:06. My pace here is noticeably better than I've been doing on my other course for two reasons: the actual length of my other course is a bit too long, and I was also racing a little this time to make sure I got home before my doctor called back. I don't believe for a moment that I could maintain this pace for seven miles. Still, it's pretty good, for a 35-year-old five-foot-four female with mild osteoarthritis in her knees. (Dayum, if I had a GOOD body, just think what I could do with it!)
Today: 3.4 miles (says Yahoo - I was trying for a 3.5 mile course), 33:06. My pace here is noticeably better than I've been doing on my other course for two reasons: the actual length of my other course is a bit too long, and I was also racing a little this time to make sure I got home before my doctor called back. I don't believe for a moment that I could maintain this pace for seven miles. Still, it's pretty good, for a 35-year-old five-foot-four female with mild osteoarthritis in her knees. (Dayum, if I had a GOOD body, just think what I could do with it!)
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I hate it when people presume they have a lock on the pain market because of age. Clearly, such people must have had life way too easy when they were in their teens and twenties and thirties. Pthththbtt.