Guess what? My nerves--and my wicked awesome pink/black Saucony Kilkennys--made the mile worth it. PR worth it.
6:54 to be exact.
|The finish. |
Please ignore my spandex...and bad arm form.
Well, hello "Under-7-Minutes!" I'm not sure I've ever seen you before in my mile time trials! HECK YEAH! During the entire run I made sure not even to take a glance at Gus the Garmin. Not once. When I beeped Gus to a stop at the end of four laps I looked at his bland digital face and did a little schoolgirl squeal. EEK!
"Under SEVEN!" I exclaimed to a waiting Trav. Add a little happy dance and my track workout was complete. Ahhhhh. So amazing, that feeling of accomplishment.
And to think I doubted myself.
Just remember you CAN do it. But you have to get out there first...
|Trav & I post-mile. He did well too!|
|Our adorable cheerleader, Goober|