Last night I got to the gym at 9 pm and ran a hard enough 6.9 miles in an hour on June 9. I had no plans to run this morning but woke up and felt good enough so went at it anyway.
I surprised myself to go further in an hour of running that I ever have. 7.55 miles an hour. Those are the great days. You never saw it coming and then you’re going along and watching the miles tick up while feeling good.
It was an unexpected treat. I’ll take it!


My treadmill pictures are embedded in this post. A picture of me likely going to bed by 9 will not be!