So people complain about the Nike+ system for its inaccuracy . . . in retrospect, I was kinda happy with the thing because I really thought I had progressed to running 10:30 miles, albeit with some effort. Over the two weeks or so I have run with the Garmin, that nice little fantasy has been reality checked, as my pace seems to hover more around the 12:00 mark at best. Yes, thank you, this humble pie really IS tasty . . .
I suppose, when it comes down to it, I really don't care so much what my pace is and I'm happy to just get out there and lay down the miles. After yesterday's slogging, I can't even feel too much pride in THAT, though I think it's more the time of year (and lack of consistency) than anything else.
Now I've gotta learn how to write funny blog posts, too . . .