Two more miles

I went to yoga last night. Even though I ran three miles yesterday, I needed yoga. I like the energy in the room when the group is doing yoga together. I do enjoy doing yoga in my living room, but it isn't the same.

So that's two workouts in one day. That's a lot.

When I woke up this morning to run two miles - only two miles - I realized that I wanted to run as much as I wanted to shoot myself with a staple gun. But I ran. I am afraid of not sticking to the schedule. I want to make sure I can run this marathon ad sticking to the schedule will ensure I can. Or at least ensure I should. Skipping a workout cannot happen - unless I am injured or dying. Which won't happen because I am following the tried and true schedule. I am a mimic.

But once I got started, two miles didn't seem so bad. Granted, it took me forever, but I did it. I didn't shave any time today. In fact, I don't think I'm as fast as I originally thought. I measured my routes last night on the way to yoga and realized that I was off my a couple of feet. Hey - that couple of feet might not matter now, but it might in the future.

So I stand corrected.

And I run more slowly than I first thought.

Egads.