5:30 don't come easy...

Today was the official Day 1 of running. Last night before falling asleep, I asked Jeremy if he heard the alarm to give me a swift push out of the bed. Needless to say, he didn't hear the alarm, but I didn't need a push. I got up, got dressed, ate some PB on toast, and went out the door. Of course, I say that like it was the easiest thing in the world - I didn't mention that I hit snooze three times and took about 30 mins. after that before I actually began the run. Early mornings don't come too easy, but I know as I continue on it will become a routine that I can stick with.

So, I made the run - 3 miles - pretty well. Sunday afternoon Jeremy helped measure my stride length so I could get my watch in working order. This morning I stuck with my typical route so I could double check out handy work. The first mile or so it was right on the mark, but as I continued, my stride length got shorter, thus making my distance show I went longer than I did. I'm going to continue my normal route for another week or so until I'm confident in the accuracy of the distance on my watch. I know it will probably never be perfect, but I want to get close.

Around mile 2 I started getting a little tired. You see, I haven't really done that much since my last race which was the end of July. I would maybe run a mile here or there, but didn't really push myself. Today I did though, which is a big accomplishment for me because usually when I get tired, I let my mind take over, and it usually wins. Not today though! I did walk about .25 mile, but I still felt good about it. When my pace gets so slow that I can walk faster than run, I know it's time to break for a few. I started strong - I finished strong - and put a big smiley face on Sept. 1!!!

In other news, the first day of dance classes was last night. CRAZINESS!!! I felt a little overwhelmed at times, not by the classes, but by all the excitement of day 1. When I got to the studio, I didn't even think there would be a place to park my car. Then I bruised my heel - way to go, Jess. Bummer. I was doing a "dig" in tap class which basically means you jam your heel into the ground, and felt when it happened. I must have been a little too excited. It doesn't really hurt, though. I was afraid it would mess up my run this morning, but I didn't feel a thing.

Day 2 tomorrow is a run/cross train. I'm not sure which I'll choose yet. I may do a walk/jog and some yoga. Love me some yoga!!!

Happy Tuesday.