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June 6 TNT




Take a good look at these shoes because this is the last time they will be this clean. Our team workout started at Heritage Park this morning and our goal was to run 4 miles. My morning started with two very encouraging text messages to have a great run so I was feeling quite motivated. More of those will be greatly appreciated as the mileage gets higher. SO I met up with my team members and after a very entertaining workshop of apparel and the risks associated with inappropriate apparel (can you say adult diaper rash?) we broke up into pace groups. I joined the 10 minute and under group and off we went. Uuh hold on. That was a total misnomer. That group should have been the 8 minute and under. They took off like lightning. I knew I should have grabbed my ipod. Holy moly I forgot how hard this is going to be. While training on the treadmill has given me some endurance, I have a long way to go. And I am definitely going to have to stop the friday morning spin class. Don’t get me wrong, I still ran an average pace of 9:24 but I was struggling. Coach Noah did have us do a breathing exercise so I look forward to using that in the future. And my fancy techno geak GPS system told me the run was only 3.8 miles so noah took it easy on us today. It also told me that my best pace was  7:14. Uh huh..that  must have been on the downhill cause I was NOT going that fast. But still. There was one pretty steep hill to get back up to the road on the way back and I looked at it and said ok hill you and are going to have to be friends because I am running in San Francisco. SO I chanted S-F-S-F all the way up. It’s all a mental game right?  Well that’s all for now. I think I am going to try to join some of the midweek groups especially since the weather is so great right now. Come back soon. And don’t forget to donate. Every little bit helps!

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