Approximately 5.4 minutes/km
I must have made a mistake in tracking my numbers.
Or not. I could tell I was running pretty fast. I did the half loop of my neighbourhood. It ended up being worth getting out of bed. A fast run, followed by 25 minutes of stretching and strength training.
M is gone to the big city for co-op. This could be a disaster for my running. I was lying in bed snuggled up to my kitty, not wanting to move. And I thought, oh, I can run tonight. M and his roommates aren’t around to hang out with anymore. I have nothing to do this evening.
And then my sports-bra-clad super-ego moved in and kicked my butt. It doesn’t matter that they’re not around to take up my evenings. I won’t run after work. I hate running after work. I’m tired and hungry and grumpy after sitting in front of a computer all day. And, if I manage to find the motivation, I’ll eat horribly afterwards because I’m definitely too tired to find any motivation to make something good and healthy.
So, 20 minutes later than I should have, I struggled out of bed, repeating the mantra over and over in my head that a short run is better than no run. I threw on my running clothes and got out the door. And I ran as if M was beside me pushing my pace.