Running on trails last Sunday revealed my kryptonite. HILLS. Ironic, isn't it? If you don't know, my last name (thanks to that whole marriage thing) is Hills. Yet I hate them. Clearly I need to become more awesome as running uphill in order to live up to my new namesake.
Today I hopped on the treadmill for an 8 mile run. Every fiber of my being encouraged me to run at a 1% incline like I always do. I kept it there for a warm-up mile and from then on out, I ran the first half of each mile at a 3.5% incline. The second half was back down to 1 or 1.5% incline. The first one or two felt okay and then I was really struggling. Total stats:
Although my stats says I ran a 9:41 pace, most of the run was actually closer to a 10:00 pace for the first seven miles. The last mile of my run was like dessert. I felt like I really earned a super speedy downhill mile where I got to feel awesome and pretend I am fast so I booked it at at 8 minute/mile at 2% DECLINE.
Just for the record though, that will never, ever qualify as an actual dessert. Seriously, slap me if I ever say that running is truly dessert. Tonight's was hot chocolate with whipped cream. Amazing.
If you're married (or plan to get married in the future) did you /would you take you husband's last name?
I absolutely get why people don't. If I had multiple degrees or was more established in a career I probably wouldn't have, but it didn't matter much to me and I know it meant a lot to Tim. I didn't realize how much I would like it, to be honest.
Does the ambient temperature around you make any difference in your choice of desserts?
Not too much. If I want hot cocoa in the summer, so be it. Same goes for ice cream in the winter.