I was at work today talking to a friend who, yesterday, I told to make some goals. She did. Smart goals. Goals that were meaningful and made sense for her. Then she asked me what my goals were. Drink water and eat more whole grains. That’s I what I came up with. Nothing shameful about those goals, but they seem so mealy and convenient, a somewhat duh Ralph level of meaningless.
My friend made a mileage goal. Mileage! Why didn’t I think of that?!
New goal: 12 miles this week!
So far I’ve run 5.9 miles this week- almost there! I just want to be sure not to limit myself to ONLY 12 miles this week. If I feel like running more, I will.
My other goal will be to let Bradley pull me a little more. He paces faster than I do. The first time we ran we did an 8.50 mile. That freaked me out, I figured out I was running way faster than usual and pumped the breaks. While I don’t think I’m ready to go that fast (my body would compress into dust at this weight) I do think know that I can go faster than 11.5 or 12 minute miles. I suppose shooting for as close to an 11 minute mile is a good place to start.
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I weighed in at 242.6 today. Bomb diggety!