I was supposed to run for 50 minutes yesterday, but since my plans for the run included a strong, overzealous 70-lb. golden retriever and a crowded beach, I got in a good 20 minutes (ish . . . probably more like 15) and called it good.
Today, it took me foreeeeeeeeever to get the lead out and actually put my freakin' shoes on, but it was good once I did. It took me about the same amount of time to run the 3-mile out-and-back from last week (2.77 in 37:44), but I was definitely sluggish as I ate nothing but junk today. Seriously. Just plain junk.
I tried to redeem myself with a salad for dinner (romaine, lentils, feta and artichokes with some olive oil and lemon juice), but of course, the amount of junk consumed in the last 24 hours probably completely undid every ounce of goodness of that salad in triplicate.
Better luck tomorrow.
It's a rest day tomorrow according to my training, but maybe a two-mile jog in the morning would be good -- you know . . . to make up for my failed attempt at beach running with the pooch. :)