Today was my first long run since Baltimore. I wanted to run 12 today, but my running club intervened. You see, I run with fast people. They are so friendly and welcoming, but they are faster than I am. Before the baby, I would run with them two to three times a week: Tuesday track, Thursday tempo, maybe a long run on the weekends. Post-baby, I run with them when I get the chance. They make me laugh and I forget that they are going faster than I can muster until I've gone five miles and know I can't do seven more. That's what happened today, at least. It's not a big deal; I ran pretty fast, and I'm not going beat myself up about the first time I've run more than six miles since October 16. I averaged 8:30 pace and the only sore part of me at the end was my core. I guess I need to start doing more yoga again before the really long runs come back.
I did one rather stupid thing that I will not repeat until the temperature rises above freezing. I was wearing my cute new Girls on the Run technical shirt today under my warm and comfy pullover. At the four-mile water stop, I was toasty so I took off my hat AND my long-sleeve shirt. I literally could not feel my arms until I passed back by the water stop around mile 7. I'm not a wimp, but I am apparently a little stupid.
I mentioned these people are funny, but that doesn't begin to express the silliness and wonderfulness of the group. They tell jokes, make fun of one another, and support each other at the same time. It's great. I like that it's a mix of guys and gals, single and married, kids and no kids, young and otherwise. I like that we all want to get faster. I am so thankful that at least some of my workouts are with them. During Christmas Break I'll try to run with them as often as possible and maybe even keep up with them for a whole workout.