Running in shorts

I ran outside in shorts yesterday for the first time this year. It was a sunny, near-60 degrees, and it felt pretty good if I do say so myself.

Unlike most of my plodding along, I actually went a tad faster than usual too. My first three miles were at a 9:40, 9:20, and 9:10 per-mile pace - without really even trying. I ran 3.5 and walked 1.5. 

So far this year I haven't worried about speed. Actually, I haven't in quite a few years, but especially so this year. I told myself I would be fine with 11 or 12 minute miles as long as I was doing them (my motivation has been a little lacking).

Something about yesterday, though, made me think about trying to go faster. I mean, I know I CAN (within reason). I should be able to muster 8:30 or 9-minute miles... but I'm always worried about injuries.

I've noticed I'm starting to feel my age. My feet hurt, my back aches, it's harder to get up off the floor. And that first step out of a chair can sometimes be interesting. For the first time in my life I feel old. I don't think I like it.

Or, maybe I'm just out of shape still. After all, last week was the first time I ran a 5k three times in the same week and the 3.5 miles yesterday was the farthest I've run so far this year.

Anyway, I think I'm going to shoot for running three days a week - one doing shorter faster runs, one regular, and one long slow run - then do the fan bike two days a week.

Although... I know... I have these grand intentions and never seem to stick with them. I'm fairly happy to just be running, period. Whether I make a marathon this year or not remains to be seen... but it was nice running outside in shorts yesterday.