I did not want to run this morning, thanks to a sleep-inducing combination of Yellow Cab pizza and KFC chicken last night. (It was my family birthday celebration, I had a right. Shut up!)
When I stepped out of the house, I found a neighbor’s car parked haphazardly across my driveway. I asked my son’s nanny – who was curiously awake at 5 in the morning – to open the gate as wide as she could and I inched my Hyundai Getz right out. (Thank God it’s a Getz; if it were my old Toyota Revo, there’d no no way I could take my car out.)
But I did. And I ran. And I exceeded my expectations. I set Edward for 5km – the first time I did that, really; all previous 5kms run were runs that surpassed the goal of 4km I set for each run – and ran 6km! Yea for me! It was a 6′54″/km clip, a little slower than what I did the past two runs, but then again, those were at 5km.
I’m so psyched I might actually run again tomorrow!
















