Saturday: Bike 21 miles, run 3.5 miles
Sunday: Run 4 miles, yoga
I'm a little afraid to write this, because last time I got mushy about running, life responded by giving me an injury that prevented me from doing any for several weeks.
But. It's so new and exciting to like running so much that I have to take a moment and expound.
Tonight's workout included three intervals of 12 minutes at an aerobic pace (which for me is a heart rate of 142). So not super hard, but not jogging either. Each one was just over a mile (never mind that the workout plan assumed they'd be a mile and a half.) Those darn things felt so good that I was almost disappointed when it was time to jog easy in between. I felt like I was flying along, almost effortlessly. I had headphones on, but I didn't need any other entertainment. In fact, I was so much in the zone that I didn't notice my yoga class starting without me.
Oh, also? Friends are starting to say things like, "Look how skinny you are," which is a lie but still a sign of progress.