(as in Britney...) Last night at work, I repeatedly told myself that no matter how late I got out, I would go to the gym and run. I even called my gym to see what time they close to make sure that I could get there AND had dinner so I couldn't complain of being hungry and therefore not going. Luckily, I got out relatively early (at least for this week - 7:30), raced out home, changed, and excitedly headed out. I was so unbelievably excited for a chance to run that I almost forgot to feel fear that because I hadn't run in an entire WEEK, it wouldn't go so well. I hopped on my favorite treadmill and I swear, the first 1.5 miles felt like I was floating. It felt so good, so easy, so normal. Of course, after that, I felt a side stitch flaring up and decided that I cannot eat for at least a good 2 hours before running or it will hurt me. Nonetheless, I completed the 3 miles with flying colors and felt like a new woman. Note to self: When in doubt, run.
I also set up my Garmin last night so that it will be ready to go for my weekend long run in Central Park. Central Park (supposedly) has an entire road system conducive to training (markers, lots of water fountains, etc.). I snagged this map off the NYRR website and plan to follow their 4-mile route.