Yesterday morning, when I got up, it was drizzling out. By the time I had finished my coffee, it was a downpour. It stormed until about 8:30 am, and then not only was it stiffling hot, but Norah and I had plans and places to be.
So that's how I ended doing my run at 9 pm last night -- after I got home from my night class. Normally, that's not a time I like to run, but I was determined to keep the streak alive, and that ended up being the only available time, and it turned out to be a good run. It was nice running without the running stroller, and while I still wasn't Lightning McQueen out there, I was a bit faster (average pace was 9:58/mile).
This morning's run, however, was a different story. Probably because my legs had had less than 12 hours of turn around time, and just the toll the heat and, perhaps, the streak are taking on me, I was wiped out. And while I still managed to eek out a full 3 miler, it was extremely slow and tough.
But as has been the theme as of late: Even a slow, hard run is better than no run at all. So, another run down in the books. 12 days done. 9 to go.