Liberation Day

So where am I? Week 11, Day 1. #10krunner  @clearskyapps.

Sneakers, phone, dog. Check.

Today was Independence Day but it felt more like Liberation Day. It feels good to look a 60-minute run in the eye after that 80-minute bugaboo I barely dragged myself out for last week! Fifteen-minute run, 2 walk, 15 run, 3 walk, 15 run. Plus warm up and cool down, of course. Sixty minutes. Not scary at all.

Of course, it being Independence Day, we also have the barbecues. I did not manage to get out early enough in the day to beat the BBQ-ers (what IS early enough to beat the BBQ-ers?). They were parking on the traffic islands in my neighborhood by the time I got my sneakers on. Runners need to breathe air, which was in short supply.

I don't normally run on city streets; stopping for traffic lights completely throws me out of whack. If I'm doing great, I hate losing the time and screwing up my average pace. If I'm having a sucky run, stopping to gasp for breath at a red light can remind me how miserable I feel. Sometimes when the light turns green I just walk.

But traffic lights aside, it was refreshing not be afraid I could never finish this run. Not before I got out on the pavement and not while I was out there. Liberation Day.

Hands down song of the day was Let's Get it Started (Black Eyed Peas).