To this end, I had Tom drop me off while running his errands, leaving me to run myself on home. He didn't have to actually push me screaming and crying from the car, but it was not too far off. Not much chance to make excuses as he drives out of the parking lot, now, is there? Anyhow, once I got going I felt just fine, and continue to wonder what all the fuss is about. Why am I having such a hard time getting out there? I really enjoyed the run -- as much as I CAN enjoy running on the road, anyways. I even saw some 10 minute miles on the Garmin in the first two miles and felt that I was running easy for that kind of "speed."
3 miles, 12:00 pace