There are just some days when as a runner you head out the door and have a purpose in mind be it a marathon, tempo, fartlek, or hills for your run. Today was not any of those for me.
With the first of the D.D.M.C. Challenge completed last weekend, I really didn't have a clue what to run. Do I run an easy 10 miler or do I just run for time? The decision was pretty simple after I thought about it. Head out the door and ramble along for a hour at an easy pace (very slow!), turn around, and then head for home.
Running for time as opposed to distance reminded me of my time as a newbie when I initally measured my progress in time covered not miles. Back to the days when I could run for x amount of time and not have to walk, feel like my lungs weren't going to explode, have that 100% cotton t-shirt feel like i gained 5 lbs, or excitedly call my dad at work to tell him i ran for 2 minutes than the day before.
In the end today, I covered just over 11 miles in 2 hrs, but it was the time I was after not the distance.